How long have you lived in a dead end town Where there's nothing around you But an empty garage full of nothing to do It was fun to have a few friends over
And maybe they'll bring some friends It'll be the time when your family leaves Maybe they'll leave for good
It blurred the lines between a CD-ROM and reality But it was clear who was taking over the world It wasn't going to be me
And all the forbidden thoughts Came rushing out as one long night The wind moaned through the broken window I couldn't see where it was coming from
And then I'm stuck in a room The Sex Pistols began to play It was terribly lame in a predictable way
Someone plugged up the tub And the black crud started to come alive Somebody shook my hand and they went at it again
A monkey shot in the mouth, I changed the view on the lens I watched them do it again, and it was two against one And one by one, my family came home
I tried to stall them and keep them away From the place where all of this happened I needed time to clean it all up And I ran for the armory
I said he works for the man who tried to conquer the world I felt bad that I said he used to be an acquaintance And everyone stood there and laughed at him I turned and ran away
The dog was dragging me up the stairs Around the fallen doors and garbage And broke away off the leash I couldn't keep up
And then I got to the top, the dog was three steps away The second step was missing And I said stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop But it was way too late
Compositor: Robert Arthur Mould (Mould Bob) (BMI)Editor: Granary Music (BMI)Administração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15589515 em 09/Abr/2024