Homecoming Serf

歌手： Sidney Gish • 专辑：Ed Buys Houses • 发布时间：2016-12-29 
作曲 : Sidney Gish
 Sixty-five miles an hour
 I'm not home yet
 Telephone poles get
 Blurred together, in gray weather
 Till they look like crucifixes
 Until something in me thinks if
 I was nimble enough,
 I'd climb one up and be a symbol
 Giving cars a heart attack
 I've got a knack for these shock tactics
 And I want my suburb back
 But it was never mine,
 Besides, I'd never crucify
 Myself, and Jesus of Suburbia's
 A myth that never died
 Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
 I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
 But hey, it doesn’t even bother me
 We've moved away, and who needs royalty?
 I love vacation days
 It's a blacked-out​ haze I’m in
 This cul-de-sac is coming
 Back, back, back, back, back
 Who cares if we're obscure?
 Homecoming serf
 I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
 But now we're dancing 'round and laughing in the dirt
 It's barely one PM
 And my cooking's barely done
 And my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
 I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
 I'll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
 I cook the meat and eat it anyway
 I think that I'll rebel now
 Not like my age is too late
 I'm still half straight but I can easily
 Act gayer than FCK H8
 And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
 Despite the surgeon's warning
 I'll eat LSD soaked Mini-Wheats
 In White Russians for breakfast every morning
 I love vacation days
 It's a blacked-out haze I'm in
 This cul-de-sac is coming
 Back, back, back, back, back
 Who cares if we're obscure?
 Homecoming serf
 I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
 But now we're dancing 'round and laughing in the dirt
 La la la la la la la la
 Don't think I'm pointing fingers
 These are crocodile tears
 It's no one's fault but mine
 That I shut up
 For all of eighteen years
 But now my friends are driving out
 We're gonna walk around the mall
 And we'll be the youngest there
 Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults
 At least I've got a cat,
 Though she hates me bad, it seems
 But we reign over the SUVs and Dairy Queens
 This isn't lyricism
 I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
 Let’s go freak out everyone
 No reason, who knows why?
 What's on your mind?
 Not like I've got the time to stick around,
 I'll catch my flight,
 Make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town
 What's on your mind?
 There's no point left to keep your image down,
 Let's terrify
 I love vacation days
 It's a blacked-out haze I'm in
 This cul-de-sac is coming
 Back, back, back, back, back
 Who cares if we're obscure?
 Homecoming serf
 I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
 But now we're dancing 'round and laughing in the dirt
 This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
 Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
 This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
 We're dancing 'round and laughing in the dirt
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