Girls in the Back Row

Big dogs in the moonlight, selling their stories cheap.
Print ’em in publications that nobody even reads

What about the night time? What about the slow grind?
I got the night time, and I got the slow grind.

Looking out my window, I see the world try to pass me by
I know it’ll slow down, when it gets a look of my eyes

I got the night time, and I got the slow grind
I got the night time, and I got the slow grind

It’s all the same
it’s all the same
to the girls in the back row.

I got the night time, and I got the slow grind
I got the night time, and I got the slow grind

It’s all the same
it’s all the same
to the girls in the back row.