Where Fingerhut trucks & granite stones
Mark the road like grave markers in the snow
Monks make honey out of young boys' cheeks
And religion is a hockey puck in your beak
There is hot death on a cold, cold road
And life is a wire act in the breeze
The police all wired on radio
And scoundrels the only ones they believe
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
Where greasy fists and burning books
Are the only way to heaven they know
We played roulette in a sewer pipe
To hide our broken arms from the cold
Stealing grocery carts to cook our meat
Jumping from windows with casts on our feet
There are coming for us, this I know
Crash that car & chew on that mold
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
There's a tractor committing suicide
And a German wife too fat to die
Better that paint church and shovel that drive
They killed that child with American pride
Park your truck on the railroad tracks
And eat a bottle of sleeping pills
Never use your knees on frigid nights
Or swim in the Mississippi swill
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Where Fingerhut trucks & granite stones
Mark the road like grave markers in the snow
Monks make honey out of young boys' cheeks
And religion is a hockey puck in your beak
There is hot death on a cold, cold road
And life is a wire act in the breeze
The police all wired on radio
And scoundrels the only ones they believe
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
Where greasy fists and burning books
Are the only way to heaven they know
We played roulette in a sewer pipe
To hide our broken arms from the cold
Stealing grocery carts to cook our meat
Jumping from windows with casts on our feet
There are coming for us, this I know
Crash that car & chew on that mold
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
There's a tractor committing suicide
And a German wife too fat to die
Better that paint church and shovel that drive
They killed that child with American pride
Park your truck on the railroad tracks
And eat a bottle of sleeping pills
Never use your knees on frigid nights
Or swim in the Mississippi swill
Mark the road like grave markers in the snow
Monks make honey out of young boys' cheeks
And religion is a hockey puck in your beak
There is hot death on a cold, cold road
And life is a wire act in the breeze
The police all wired on radio
And scoundrels the only ones they believe
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
Where greasy fists and burning books
Are the only way to heaven they know
We played roulette in a sewer pipe
To hide our broken arms from the cold
Stealing grocery carts to cook our meat
Jumping from windows with casts on our feet
There are coming for us, this I know
Crash that car & chew on that mold
Panties were prizes and football a disease
Slip out the window of your parent's house tonight
We'll be sweet as molasses if only they will ask us
How old we plan to be when we die
There's a tractor committing suicide
And a German wife too fat to die
Better that paint church and shovel that drive
They killed that child with American pride
Park your truck on the railroad tracks
And eat a bottle of sleeping pills
Never use your knees on frigid nights
Or swim in the Mississippi swill
Writer: Gentry Bronson
Copyright: Lyrics © Gentry Bronson Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Gentry Bronson Music, Songtrust Ave