Suburban Kids With Biblical Names - Rent a Wreck | Текст песни

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All these rocky mountains
to play five songs and drink some more and fall asleep.
Getting taped by locals.
Don't have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst
in the backseats of rented rigs.
Let's hope these wheels got what it takes to carry us home.

Backdrops made of denim,
t-shirts salesmen, and the followers it brings.
Single package systems.
Soul VJs said you know the riot that that brings.
I wanna turn all your dancefloors
into a burning inferno of ba-ba.

I play the piano
and I play the guitar.
I've played it on clubs
and I've played it in bars.
I visit your cities
and I've slept on your floors.
I borrowed your swings
and I've heard your hardcore.
All the scores of the C
To the A of the youth of today.

And it's beautiful.

Still, I can't get enough of it.
Did you see me eating Frosteds from the fridge?
And the rice cookies you never ate
were all gone when you went into the kitchen.

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