Nothing is cooler than children who come from good homes.
God will forgive them,
I guess,
but whose side are you on?
Driving around the old town, I remember it all.
Dropping my lunchbox and tab bags all over the hall.
And they said,
you are a socialist coke and we know from your clothes.
You are a Satanist,
wash the floor off the table.
Think you're a poet, a folk singer, poser, no.
A volleyball player,
you've got to be kidding us all.
So we hide from the guns on a night reconnaissance.
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn.
No one can stop us,
the script is a work of genius.
No one has bought the rights yet,
but we're not giving up.
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script.
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club.
Mary,
you look like hell,
stuck in that ridiculous shallow.
Give us some light and God's pure love.
We know what you've been dreaming of.
Give us some light and God's pure love.
We know what you've been dreaming of.
Give us some light and God's pure love.
We're taking you to Hollywood.
Hollywood.
We hide from the guns on a night reconnaissance.
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn.
One plays a socialist coke and we dress in my clothes.
One plays a Satanist,
wash the floor off the table.
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own.
One plays a volleyball player with both the wrists broke.
And we hide from the guns on a night reconnaissance.
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side
of the lawn.
And we give them good homes,
give them love they never known.
In the lawn,
in the barn, in the town where I was born.
In the lawn, in the barn, in the town where
I was born.
In the lawn,
in the barn, in the town where I was born.