Tweakers at the 7/11

Under the buzzing sign,

the clock hits three A couple shadows pacing by the slushie machine

One's got a twitch,

the other's got a stare Counting quarters for a pack of smokes

and a prayer (yeah)

Tweakers at the 7/11,

chasing ghosts in the aisle Red eyes and wired smiles,

living on the edge of denial Coffee in a paper cup,

candy wrappers on the floor Waiting for the sun to rise,

but the night wants more (haha)

She buys a bag of chips and talks to the wall He's

arguing prices like the clerk's his best friend Outside the lot's empty

but the lights never sleep Another car pulls in,

another story to keep (ooh)

Tweakers at the 7/11,

chasing ghosts in the aisle Red eyes and wired smiles,

living on the edge of denial Coffee in a paper cup,

candy wrappers on the floor

Waiting for the sun to rise,

but the night wants more (yeah)

The world spins faster when the mind won't slow

fluorescent hum

and the radio low

Tweakers at the 7/11,

chasing ghosts in the aisle Red eyes and wired smiles,

living on the edge of denial Coffee in a paper cup,

candy wrappers on the floor Waiting for the sun to rise,

but the night wants more (haha)