He steals money out of purses in the hallway, by the choir room at my high school
He tells the teacher that he’s going to the bathroom; I can’t believe he has a hall pass
It drives me nuts to see a punk–ass, jock-strap-wearing mother effer put a smile on
Because I swear they’re always pissed off on my case and bringing it on strong
Didja wanna? Didja wanna punch me? Didja wanna? DIdja wanna knock me out?
Didja wanna? Didja wanna punch me? Didja wanna? I know you could've kicked my ass.
He’s tattooed with a cross on his forearm… seriously?
Do you even know anything about JC, yeah, the guy who died on your arm?
No, you don’t even know what you got yourself into.
And I’m ok with calling you out, well because, we don’t go to high school anymore.
But he goes to church
He’s selling pills and stealing candy from the dollar store
Growing up but growing down even more
In his head, he lacks thought. He acts hot, whatever it takes to score some pot
Hey, take it easy, I’m not talking about you, but why so heated?
This conceited mindset might be best to lay to rest, what do you think? Get off your chest.
credits
from Don't Forget,
released February 13, 2012
Music and lyrics written by Dan Collins and Mouse Pocket.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015