Carpound

It's three O'clock on Monday.

There's one more hour of school.

There's nothin' in my lunchbox.

The teacher's lost his cool.

I'm staring out the window.

I can't wait to be free.

Free of all this bullshit.

To act out all my dreams.

Well meet me at the car pound

With some cans of spray paint.

I can bring some cigarettes

'Cause Momma's gone away

And Daddy's playing poker.

He don't care anyways

He's been out since Friday.

Squanderin' all his pay.

Tonight I plan to make it.

To be free at last.

Free of all this bullshit.

To hike up my mast.

I'll write you when I get there.

I'll send you my address.

'Cause I have got to get this

Lorry off my chest.

Meet me...

And you can bring your girl along.

Well if she's got a lovely friend

And we'll show them what us town boys

Do with some time to spend

And bring some Coca Cola

I found a bit of whiskey

'Cause it could be a long time

'Till I'm back here with yee

Meet me...

And Daddy's just a joker.

He don't care anyway

He's been out all weekend

Squanderin' all his pay.