| Me and you used to be like brothers | 
| On the nights we got drunk to each other | 
| You know me, I used to have some wit | 
| It ended up in a shit filled sandpit | 
| We come from across the border | 
| We drink the six mile water | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| That time when things got better | 
| We’d take trips across the wire | 
| Like the night we took the mad acid | 
| Swore we saw the City Hall on fire | 
| We come from across the border | 
| We drink the six mile water | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| But I’m not ready for home | 
| Bukowski Day, I’m gonna miss it | 
| We’d get together each month for a day | 
| All the memories I have are | 
| Decked out in Presbyterian grey | 
| We came from across the border | 
| We drank the six mile water | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| But I’m not ready for home | 
| Now me and you don’t talk of one another | 
| It never really started out that way | 
| I always meant to write you a letter | 
| Always meant to call you some day | 
| We came from across the border | 
| We drank the six mile water | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| This mongrel needs a new home | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| But I’m not ready for home | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry | 
| I’m sorry |