Lifter Puller Plymouth Rock
she says it's good to get tan
she says it's bad to get burned
she says it's great gettin high
she says it's lame to get fried
she says there's way too many drugs
too many chumpy junkie thugs
and it ain't no fun fallin 5 flights of stairs to a
real fierce fisting
and it ain't that sweet workin six nights a week and
your swimsuit gets ripped
and it's dripping wet with frosting
it's colossal, it's much bigger than us
it's the shit they stick in liquor makes us lick the
chicks that we don't even love)
and it ain't that great and it ain't that great
the candy machine and my girlfriend
--
thugs with drugs and clubs and pubs and bars
the entertainment and arts
the give the take the wakin up on trains
the fruits they flared in the flames
the green grapes and the grain
and all the dances we learned
the twist the turn the give yourself a perm
the callogen in your kiss
the limpwrists always make the sweetest fists
she's perched atop the pillow in her booth
she says it's 20 if i'm sposed to tell the truth
after 40 then i went down on your wounds with scotch
and soda
the sticky sharks and the steamy saunas
pock marked pervs and the pink pirhanas
credit card chicks takin cash advances
lovers in the lockdown under shady circumstances
the flirty from the dirty dancers
and new rochelle is for the new romantics
she says i'm scratched up on glass
and i'm so strapped for cash it goes through me so fast
i can't go back to cali, stuck in milwaukee
we drank on the roof and we pissed on the city
heschers hangin on the hoods of the cars
they did the hairnets, the cigarettes, the bears and
the sublet
guess it all started in your apartment
jenny's pretty jumpy, pulls a gun out of the glove
compartment
and she shoots it off to try to impress you
first she gets off then she tries to undress you
and you wake up and you don't know how your hand got in
the tapedeck
a skimpy outfit for a lousy paycheck
and new rochelle is full of bloody car wrecks
