punching out and closing up let's run amok the eve pour some cups but they won't shut up so there's piss in their listerine and now we've gotta leave punching out and closing up we'll all meet at the park boom-box blast and shattered glass sound out in the dark then someone's gotta start punching out and closing up we'll hang out just for a few bored or boring no one's out there's nothing else to do and everything's old news hit the sheets, hate the spins tomorrow i'll wake up again today was such a sight for bloody red eyes