"The Dropouts" lyrics - OLD 97'S

OLD 97'S
"The Dropouts"

Dropouts paid in alcohol
Late night longshots at the bar
Waitin' and waitin' and waitin' on a phone call
My one true love is this cheap guitar
Everybody's flyin' in a harmony rocket
Everybody's sleepin' on a hardwood floor
You got two two-dollar bills in your pocket
You've got no idea when you'll get more

[Chorus 1:]
But that's alright
It's goin' down downtown
We got nothin', but
Nothin's good enough for the dropouts

Buildings made of bricks and mortar
Mockingbirds up in the sky
Man, I hated going to high school
All I wanted was to learn how to fly

[Chorus 2:]
But that's alright
Turns out you don't need wings
When you've got whiskey
And guitar strings
About midnight
We gon' get real loud
We got nothin', but
Nothin's good enough for the dropouts

In a parallel universe, everybody's wasted
In another life where we all live
In the straight world, everybody thinks we've lost it
Oh, but we all see what a joke it is

[Chorus 3:]
I know you
Even if I don't know your name
The real world
Can be really lame
You gotta make your own sunshine
When you're underground
We got nothin', but
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin's good enough for the dropouts

[Outro:]
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
Aw, yeah