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She drove it like she stole it
She stole it fast and with a multitude of casualties
She said I shipped it out from Boulder
Packed in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheets

We spent a few months just wandering the Sonoma
High as hell and shivering and smashed
We were trying for a vision quest
We opened up three buttons and all we saw was desert trash

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It's a funny bit of chemistry
How a cool car makes a guy seem that much cooler
And it's worth noting that throughout history
Kids come around the corner to a multitude of casualties

We spent a few hours circling the city
Like a hawk out on the highways we were looking around for something that just died
We heard the deacon's hopeful eulogy
At least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a second time

And after your party
We got off the grid
We just couldn't get with all those clever kids

And now we forage on the frontage roads
We drive at night, I guess it just feels somewhat safer
Yeah, we scrounge around for sustenance
We mostly eat it in the back half of the theaters

We spent a few years nodding off in matinees
We were high as hell and shivering and smashed
We were hoping for an action adventure
Or something loud that we could feel through all the Feminax

And after the movie
We got off the ground
Got in your car and crawled around in Lowertown

While she was at the citadel he was getting high as hell
When she came to in the matinee she was asking around for some place else to stay
While he was down in Lowertown she was feeling out the 5: 30 folk mass
And the night she got born again, he was getting with her little hoodrat friend

They did the wade into the water, into one tin soldier
She started to cry
Youth services always find a way
To get their bloody cross into your druggy little messed up teenage life

Writer(s): TAD JASON KUBLER, CRAIG FINN

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