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Lagwagon
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| Stockin' The Neighbors
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| Friday nights the perfect night to mow some neighbors lawn, And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, cause navigating seems like fun, Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash. Theyre driving through your yard, theres nothing you can do, Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than just a few. Suburban families slumber in civility, Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard theyre blowing down in their death machine. Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive... Daves a midnight landscaper, and hes working overtime, And he is full throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright!) He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox, Dumped it in a ditch, aint that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!) Came time to run, came time to bail, He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail. He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck, Called them anyway: Goleta, hear them say, "Hey pal, youre fucked!" Daves a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks, And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks. And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run, On one too many nights, the partys over. Hes driving through your yard, theres nothing you can do, Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than one or two. Suburban families slumber in civility, Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked... |
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12.Apr.2001 10:04:21 |
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20.Nov.2003 01:11:57 |
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