Analysis of Don't Run a Race You Can't Win ,Settle Down

We have fireworks in the fridge
And booze on the floor,
With maniacs like us
You can't find your way home.
We're all dealing with something
We're running from something
Maybe you're not
You don't look comfortable
Maybe you're ought to puke,
Fireworks dealing with frost and
I'm dealing  with you.
You should've stayed home
We're about to call the cops ,
You're under age and messing with bulldogs .
I hope you get to breath and stop staring at my face,
We're alien we know
Go home weirdo
Go home before we'd have to clean your mess again
I look at you, and, I'm home
You don't belong anywhere and I know how that feels.