Texty: Conor Oberst. Outer South. Cabbage Town.

All that blotter gonna twist up your mind
You can do it just not all the time
Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine

Always manage to have something to sell
Talk on the telephone while painting your nails
Little plastic bags and a digiscale

Oh, this hallway's full of plastic kids
Oh, they jump and make the CD skip

I'm never telling what I find out
I'm gonna love you like the New South
You drive me crazy with your foul mouth
Until you meet me down in Cabbage Town
Down in Cabbage Town

The way I see it we got plenty of time
It's going to happen but just not overnight
Bring a pack of cards and a box of wine

Oh, on the day when I flash that badge
Just try to think of the other half
It's hard living when it's a matter of fact

But this city's full of lazy kids
Sweetie, someone's got to steer this ship

I'm never telling what I find out
I'm gonna love you like the New South
You make me crazy with your foul mouth
Come on and meet me down in Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town

Well, it's just like old friends to play 'Remember when'
But if you want my help, I'm in

I'm never telling what I found out
I'm gonna love you like the New South
You're talking crazy with your loud mouth
Come on and meet me down in Cabbage Town
Oh, come to Cabbage Town

I'm never telling what I find out
I'm gonna make it like a new sound
You make me crazy with your foul mouth
Oh, won't you meet me down in Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town

Come on to Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town
Come to Cabbage Town
Come to Cabbage Town

Come on to Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town
Come to Cabbage Town
Come to Cabbage Town