Smedley

let's spend the afternoon in a parking lot
waiting for a car to pick us up
talking trash about how old folks dress
trading karma up for sweet revenge
we'll take a sip from the whisky flask
& bum a square from the janitor
we'll play a game with a bottle cap
& get a job application for fye
let's practice martial arts with the crazy guy.
standing on the corner every day
looking out for the citizens
fighting criminals inside his head
we'll take a ride to the coffeeshop & give directions
to a soccer mom
we'll write your number on the bathroom wall
& make it home in time to watch tv
everyone in the world is full of shit
self important & foolish with their time
everybody sings the same old tune about
where they've been & where they will be soon
it turns inside & makes us cry all night
god damn i'm so sick & tired
my bones are wood to stoke the burning fires
someday i'll wake up & see
every last time got the best of me