Mommy, Can I Go Out and Chill Tonight? Songtext

Said the white belts to the corduroys. Can't you hear the white noise flowing from the faucets and dripping down the drains? How many licks would it take to get to the center of your reverb tank? And don't it sound real nice? But how many times before you die? Before they find you still high with a sword stuck in his side? In the creepy camps. spilling over highway ramps. All the way back in the tall grass. Right along the riverbanks. They've got cowboys without horses. They've got pirates without planks. They've got pushers without arms. They've got soldiers without tanks. Breaking bread and giving thanks to the thrashcore giants that keep switching up the circle pit. Big ups to the people that are faking like they're getting it, shouting out to people who are barely even showing it. I think that you look really beautiful. Said the leather pants to the leather vest: I've only been in Fresno once. It was for Fresno Fest. It was the best. Informative workshops got me heading towards success. I used to be a mess. In Fresno I got blessed. And then I was a mess again. But up in Friendly Fridley I got blessed again. It didn't seem that funny when I was terrified and twenty. Ain't you ever heard of the domino effect? Its the thing that kills the kids when the kids get kind of wrecked. And kids connect with heavy tech and swollen necks. And they let the thugs collect. What did you expect? A trench coat and a tape deck? Dirty words in a different dialect? Dirty eyes in an irritated dialation? And I passed thru the wheat on the way to the train and it felt kind of sweet. The ambulances trampled on the amber waves of grain. And we laid on the seats. Purple Mountain majesty yielded the Sugar Mountain prophecy into The Needle and the Damage Done. 4 and 3 and 2 and 1. We got all hung up on the fruited plains. We got all hung up on your Fruity plans. We got all hopped up on some hippy jams. We got all cut up by some hippy scams. Way too many windowpanes. We washed up in the river. We saw a snake swimming across the top of the water. We crawled up to the roadside. Tried flagging down a driver. Couldn't get a taker until we finally found our savior. Who'd just gotten out for guns and good behavior. Freaking out on Phenobarbitols. Said the diva to her diaphragm "Dearest darling. I'm feeling diabolical". In 1988 I wasn't straight but I was positive. Hanging out at shows I had to prove myself to lots of kids. Kids were taking hits and there wasn't much alternative. In 1989 I wasn't straight but I was positive. Hanging out at shows I had to prove myself to lots of kids. Kids were taking hits and there wasn't much alternative. In 1991 I wasn't straight but I got negative. Hanging out at shows I had to prove myself to too many kids. Because kids were talking shit and trying to get alternative.