Dirty Pants Lyrics - Smog

And so I dance in dirty pants 

A drink in my hand 

No shirt and broken tooth 

Barefoot and beaming 

The crowd is stomping 

Stomping a song 

For me to dance to 

Break glass and give in 

My head is springing 

Blood ringing 

So I walk down to the creek 

And I slither in 

I catch my breath 

Icy cold 

Then I walk out to your house 

And let myself in 

Back you into the corner 

And I multiply 

I could toll endlessly 

Into the bottomless night 

God does not answer this type of prayer