LYRIC

Eddie Grace's Buick got four bullet holes in the side
Charlie Delisle is sittin' at the top of an avocado tree
Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife
If you step on her lawn
I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man
Come along with me

Let's fill our pockets
With macadamia nuts
Go over to Bobby Goodmans's
Jump off the roof
Hilda plays strip poker
With the Mummers 'cross the street
Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
Dicky Faulkner's got a switchblade
Some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback
There's a wind down from the south
So let me tie you up with kite string
Show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
Come along with me

Let's follow that fire truck
I think your house is burnin' down
Go down to the hobo jungle
Kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel
And we'll break all the windows
In the old Anderson place
We'll steal a bunch of boysenberries
Smear 'em all on your face
I'll get a dollar from my mama's purse
Buy that skull and crossbones ring
You can wear it 'round your neck
On an old piece of string
Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold
Flip him the bird
Slash the tires on the school bus
Now don't say a word

I'll take a rusty nail
Scratch your initials in my arm
Show you how to sneak up on the roof
Of the drugstore
I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair
And a magpie's wings
And I'll tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
Cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury 'em tonight out in the cornfield
Just put a church key in your pocket
We'll hop that freight train in the hall
Slide all the way down the drain
To New Orleans in the fall

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