BOOGIE MAN

Here comes the boogie man

We’ll be doin the can can

Dickin round like Clark, un-American bandstand

Flash in the pan

Not a fan of the jam band

Sweating on the floor til we no longer stand

Hey Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Gimme the girls and the drugs cause I need all the things

Listen to Damned Damned Damned

cause I’m Neat Neat Neat

Hear that punk rock pumpin

While you shuffle your feet

Life in the fast lane

Guaranteed to win in a rat race

Speeding down my hall

Up and stuck in a bad place

Fat face, fuck it, shug in the gas tank

Sucking on my tail pipe

Fuck at my pace

Nothing to gain

No one to blame

It’s always the same

And you can’t tame

All of my game

Don’t care bout the fame

Whether I’m paid

Whether I’m laid

I’m never amazed

That I can die happily while you’re screaming my name

Can’t dance,

Nah, you can’t feel it

Standing at the top of the hill

Can’t dance

Nah, you can’t feel it

Lord I’m gonna love you still

Take your mask off

I think you know what I’m after

If you wanna get in, baby gimme the Password

Let’s go faster, drink til we’re plastered

But why’s it always feel like I only go backwards

Got patterns, no way to escape this

Eyes wide shut, someone hit me with lasik

Can’t shake this, take this, fake it, or make this

Feeling go away you’re in love with the fame, bitch

Feeling lonely, no one to blow me

I caught myself a bird, now I’m over the homies

Not every kid should be getting a trophy,

Phonies and cronies will need to turn to fans only

Can’t buy my love with paper or plastic

Just need your touch, this shit is fantastic

This is classic, practice my verbal gymnastics

Came to blast hits from the park of drastic

Two kids in a parking lot

When Sunday’s Best just wasn’t good enough

I remember those days, in my golden age

When I was fucking up and pissing off

So hey, look at me now

I’m so statuesque

So bloody picturesque

Oh what is this feeling

Come on honey, tell me the meaning

What cult is this?

Cause I just wanna be a part of it