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Squirtgun - Field Trip lyrics
Hey Lolly, it's a french toast breakfast We're slidin' like a firehouse sundown Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs Get as brittle as an eight track stone sound Like a farmer on a never wilt acre You ask me, maybe will never see a spaceman I know what's in that hangar in Ohio: Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances On a field trip We won't think about 'em, think about 'em We're where the freeway stretches Out like pop songs On a field trip We won't think bout 'em, thinnk about 'em We'll take a spray can Paint the city like a coffee stiring stick In the midnight we can walk like aliens Pack our baggage in a red-head suitcase The rainbow is a can of lucky colors Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters |
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