Future Clouds & Radar — Where's My Drink lyrics

Lyrics

Two girls playing checkers in a deep wood lot
Ten million in their rooms are getting old
Was somebody loaded?
I should’ve voted, I think
I feel like exploding
Somebody hold me down
And where’s my drink
I keep waiting for the goods to pitch
Last gentleman to jump the ditch
That elegance in my last wish
With good old, do some digging that way