Run-Down Neighborhood

Hey, you could have some of my weed If I could smoke your cigarette I might be running low But I ain't out just yet I'll be Tweedle Dee If you'll be Tweedle Dum You can drink all of my whiskey, baby And I will drink all of your rum We might be bad for each other But man, it's so, so good We lean on one another In this run down neighborhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this run down neighborhood I'd give you my last dollar If you'd give me your last dime We ain't got much of nothin' to do But we sure got plenty of time You can have the shirt right off my back I'll walk around in your shoes I don't need no high class friends With no class friends like you We might be bad for each other But man, it's so, so good We lean on one another In this run down neighborhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this run down neighborhood We hit that 7-11 Hang out in the parking lot And feel like we're in heaven With all that we ain't got And they might say we're losers But they don't understand All of them accusers Wish they could be us, man We might be bad for each other But man, it's so, so good We lean on one another In this run down neighborhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this run down neighborhood We get messed up together In this run down neighborhood