Family Of Four Songtext

With tar and tequila

Like a paperback stealer

Makin too much noise



And I down enough coffee and excedrin

By quarter to eleven

To freak a family of four

And I keep comin' back for more



I perfected my game
It's like a true religion

I'm just a carrier pigeon

With an over-dutch name

It's a perfect time

To let my mind decide

On the right direction

To fly this vision of mine

Yeah I can't say I won

But oh to make it right

But there's so many sins

We could resurrect tonight



And I down enough coffee and excedrin

By quarter to eleven

To freak a family of four

And I keep comin' back for more