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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
Writer(s): Sidney Frances Gish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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