Business Lunch - Shakey Graves

We’re social mutts thus

Nothing really suits us

Roaming is a local curse

(but hey it could be worse)

Fuck getting by

Go quit your job

Lets get drunk in a parking lot

I’ve seen North Dakota

I’ve seen the west sea

Now I travel by rail so they cant find me

No use wonderin' where

To rest your feet

Spilt milk

On borrowed mink my sweet

Come skin your knees with us

Life’s too short for business lunch