Things To Do In Germantown When You're Dead
We're going out tonight with all the Blueberry Buckle you've got, gonna paint the walls & never gonna get caught
We'll pull donuts in your field until the wheels fall off, watch you watching us while you don't call the cops
Make you really mad on your first day out of jail, jumpkick your bird house made for human mail
Throw those really long light bulbs til they all explode
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We sell Alan Jackson to your Grandma's son, play volleyball in the punk section
Sumo wrestle a Christmas tree in front of our place, & then we'll mace each other in the face
Snow your Whore-O-Potty & our license plate, do just like your mom & make a big mistake
We're gonna have a big drum roll, for when the train hits the water cooler
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We'll take that real big wrench, open the fire hydrant, make our own ice skating rink at Houston
Duct tape JimJeff to a chair out on the porch, explode your mailbox with a flying gourd
Kick in your alarms, then kick back, watch the cops pull out, do it all over again
Poop on the left field lounge & pee into the tubes on the school with a future youth pastor
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
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Things To Do In Germantown When You're Dead
We're going out tonight with all the Blueberry Buckle you've got, gonna paint the walls & never gonna get caught
We'll pull donuts in your field until the wheels fall off, watch you watching us while you don't call the cops
Make you really mad on your first day out of jail, jumpkick your bird house made for human mail
Throw those really long light bulbs til they all explode
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We sell Alan Jackson to your Grandma's son, play volleyball in the punk section
Sumo wrestle a Christmas tree in front of our place, & then we'll mace each other in the face
Snow your Whore-O-Potty & our license plate, do just like your mom & make a big mistake
We're gonna have a big drum roll, for when the train hits the water cooler
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We'll take that real big wrench, open the fire hydrant, make our own ice skating rink at Houston
Duct tape JimJeff to a chair out on the porch, explode your mailbox with a flying gourd
Kick in your alarms, then kick back, watch the cops pull out, do it all over again
Poop on the left field lounge & pee into the tubes on the school with a future youth pastor
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We're going out tonight with all the Blueberry Buckle you've got, gonna paint the walls & never gonna get caught
We'll pull donuts in your field until the wheels fall off, watch you watching us while you don't call the cops
Make you really mad on your first day out of jail, jumpkick your bird house made for human mail
Throw those really long light bulbs til they all explode
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We sell Alan Jackson to your Grandma's son, play volleyball in the punk section
Sumo wrestle a Christmas tree in front of our place, & then we'll mace each other in the face
Snow your Whore-O-Potty & our license plate, do just like your mom & make a big mistake
We're gonna have a big drum roll, for when the train hits the water cooler
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We'll take that real big wrench, open the fire hydrant, make our own ice skating rink at Houston
Duct tape JimJeff to a chair out on the porch, explode your mailbox with a flying gourd
Kick in your alarms, then kick back, watch the cops pull out, do it all over again
Poop on the left field lounge & pee into the tubes on the school with a future youth pastor
Let's go start a fire down the road, yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
Writer: Wicker
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