Making a Mess (mid 1980's)

Getting kicked out of an establishment
Drunkenness, rowdiness, basically making a mess
Give 'em the finger run out the door
Won't be goin' back to McDonald's any more
Jump in the car-don't matter whose
Driving away you've got nothing to lose
Drive til we find a secluded spot
Then drink drink drink drink drink
Til our brains are rot
It doesn't matter
Nothing matters
It doesn't matter
Cop comes along hide in the bushes and grass
If they see me Dad'll kick my ass
I think about how stupid I must look
Drunk and stoned lying in a brook
Cops drive off start to walk on home
Nothing more sad being drunk and alone
No one to share it with it becomes no fun
Makes me want to run and get a-
It doesn't matter
Nothing matters
Doesn't make me stop-I probably never will
Go to a bar send me the bill