THE BOYS
Written by Holly Lindin, copyright Aloe Records 2012
We're sitting in the driveway, building a rocketship
Drunk as fuck, playing spacemen - we don't give a shit
A burnt-down trailer - someone left the fries on the stove
Of VLTs and bottle kids - fuckin' way she goes
(We will never give up)
CHORUS:
Hands up to the boys
(Making their plans - Freedom 35)
Always playing with their toys
(Chicken fingers and friends bringing meaning to their Life)
Going outta their way to annoy
(At the trailer park - where the real living starts)
Those money-making ploys
My Heart goes out to those boys
The lawn is scattered with broken shopping carts
Somehow, crazy Conky found his way to our Hearts
We're known from towns around to be the guys to call
Our dope is better than that shit sold at the mall
(But you can buy our meat in the parking lot)
CHORUS
(I'm gonna get my grade eleven, gonna be something . . . ) x 4
Mr. Lahey and Randy, always taking the piss
Scoring tickets to Rush to have a shirtless circus
Oh, the microphone assassin and Christmases in jail
Despite the shithawks and shiticanes, the boys will prevail
Hands up to the boys, yeah
CHORUS
(I'm gonna get my grade eleven, gonna be something . . . ) x 4
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