Where the sun don’t shine

Intro

Newton Surrey after midnight

The bush mutts are howlin'

J-rad’s on his board

Flay Ling’s on his feet

And nobody’s sober worth a good goddamn

Verse 1

J-rad is carvin' down King George

Board crackin' every single seam

Flay Ling walkin' beside him

High as a bastard’s dream

Eighth of caps dissolvin'

In their sweaty broken heads

Alberta Pure so far gone

They forgot what sober said

(Stopped behind the bank)

Pulled out that dirty pipe

Shards cracklin' in the glass hole

On a hot ass Newton night

Chorus

Side of Scotiabank

Two Newton boys are hootin'

Pipe cracklin' in the darkness

Ain’t no use in disputin'

They sweated out their demons

On every hot bush night

Flay Ling and J-rad still standin'

Hootin' till the morning light

Post-Chorus

Hootin' till the morning

Yeah we hootin' till the light

Verse 2

Down by the ponds the caps hit hard

Freight train through the skull

Flay Ling puked behind a willow

Belly goddamn full

J-rad laughed so hard he fell

Ass over board into the mud

Bush mutts lickin' both their faces

Didn't care about the crud

(Alberta Pure tastes like turpentine)

But hell we drink it straight

Two stupid beautiful Newton bastards

Tempting every kind of fate

Chorus

Side of Scotiabank

Two Newton boys are hootin'

Pipe cracklin' in the darkness

Ain’t no use in disputin'

They sweated out their demons

On every hot bush night

Flay Ling and J-rad still standin'

Hootin' till the morning light

Bridge

Take your clean lives

Shove 'em where the sun don't shine

We got caps and vodka

And a glass pipe feelin' fine

Sweated through our poison

Bled on every Newton street

Flay Ling and J-rad on that wall

Ain’t admittin' one defeat

Verse 3

Hot August in the bush camp

Sweatin' through their dirty skin

Dope pourin' out their pores

Lord where does it begin

Mannequins just starin' hollow

Bush mutts scratched their ass

J-rad hit the toad pipe

Fell face down in the grass

(Flay Ling stood there laughing)

Alberta Pure across his shirt

Two grown ass Newton degenerates

Too damn high to hurt

Chorus

Side of Scotiabank

Two Newton boys are hootin'

Pipe cracklin' in the darkness

Ain’t no use in disputin'

They sweated out their demons

On every hot bush night

Flay Ling and J-rad still standin'

Hootin' till the morning light

Post-Chorus

Hootin' till the morning

Yeah we hootin' till the light