Testo Homecoming Serf - Sidney Gish
Testo della canzone Homecoming Serf (Sidney Gish), tratta dall'album Ed Buys Houses
Sixty-five miles an hour
I'm not home yet
Telephone poles get
Blurred together, in gray weather
Til they look like crucifixes
Until something in me thinks if
I was nimble enough
I'd climb on up and be a symbol
Giving cars a heart attack
I got a knack for these shock tactics
And I want my suburb back
But it was never mine
Besides, I'd never crucify
Myself, and Jesus of suburbia's
A myth that never died
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
But hey, it doesn't even bother me
We've moved away, and who needs royalty?
I love vacation days
It's a blacked-out haze I'm in
This cul de sac is coming
Back, back back back back
Who cares if we're obscure
(Woah)
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
But now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
It's barely 1 p.m.
And my cooking's barely done
And my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
I'll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
I cook the meat and eat it anyway
I think that I'll rebel now
Not like my age is too late
I'm still half straight but I can easily
Act gayer than fck h8
And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
Despite the surgeon's warning
I'll eat LSD-soaked Mini Wheats
In white Russians for breakfast every morning
I love vacation days
It's a blacked-out haze I'm in
This cul de sac is coming
Back, back back back back
Who cares if we're obscure
(Woah)
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
But now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Woah
La la la la la la la la
Don't think I'm pointing fingers
These are crocodile tears
It's no one's fault but mine
That I shut up
For all of eighteen years
But now my friends are driving out
We're gonna walk around the mall
And we'll be the youngest there
Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults
At least I've got a cat
Though she hates me bad, it seems
But we reign over the SUVs and Dairy Queens
This isn't lyricism
I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
Let's go freak out everyone
No reason, who knows why?
(What's on your mind?)
Not like I've got the time to stick around
(I'll catch my flight)
Make like a pop-punk kid, and get out of this town
(What's on your mind?)
There's no point left to keep your image down
Let's terrify
I love vacation days
It's a blacked-out haze I'm in
This cul de sac is coming
Back, back back back back
Who cares if we're obscure
(Woah)
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
But now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
We're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Frances Gish
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