- Carpound

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

It's three o'clock on monday.
there's one more hour of school.
there's nothin' in my lunchbox.
the teacher's lost his cool.
i'm staring out the window.
i can't wait to be free.
free of all this bullshit.
to act out all my dreams.
Well meet me at the car pound
with some cans of spray paint.
i can bring some cigarettes
'cause momma's gone away
and daddy's playing poker.
he don't care anyways
he's been out since friday.
squanderin' all his pay.
Tonight i plan to make it.
to be free at last.
free of all this bullshit.
to hike up my mast.
i'll write you when i get there.
i'll send you my address.
'cause i have got to get this
lorry off my chest.
Meet me...
and you can bring your girl along.
well if she's got a lovely friend
and we'll show them what us town boys
do with some time to spend
and bring some coca cola
i found a bit of whiskey
'cause it could be a long time
'till i'm back here with yee
Meet me...
and daddy's just a joker.
he don't care anyway
he's been out all weekend
squanderin' all his pay.

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