Two Cow Garage
Swingset Assassin
She was a playground princess back when we used to dreamI was a swingset assassin full of juvenile schemesWith these clothes picked by my mother, handed down from my big brotherAnd I kept my hands folded till the day I turned 13Well then I listened to the Beatles because that's what you're told to doWhen you're young and empty and you haven't got a clueThe White Album from my mother, Rubber Soul from my big brotherAnd don't question Mr. Lennon, boy, cause he gave his life for youWell I cut my hair and I dyed it black while my friends were getting stonedAnd I wrapped myself up in Black Flag and flew it as my ownYeah, my poor worried mother, with the phone calls to my brotherBut in the end, punk rock just left me empty and aloneSo now I'm Fear and Loathing on a Sunday afternoonI drink enough to be Catholic, but the morning comes too soonWith the phone call from my mother, the advice from my brotherJesus is just another word for nothing left to lose
From Letras Mania