Field Trip

Hey Lolly, it's a French toast breakfast
We're sliding like a firehouse sundown
Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs
Get as brittle as an 8-track stone sound

Like a farmer on a never-wilt acre
You ask me, "Maybe, will we ever see a spaceman?"
I know what's in that hangar in Ohio
Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances

On a field trip
We won't think about 'em, think about 'em
We're where the highway stretches out like pop songs
On a field trip
We won't think bout 'em, think about 'em
We'll take a spray can
Paint the city like a coffee-stirring stick

In the midnight we can walk like aliens
Pack our baggage in a redhead suitcase
The rainbow is a can of lucky colors
Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters

On a field trip
We won't think about 'em, think about 'em
We're where the highway stretches out like pop songs
On a field trip
We won't think bout 'em, think about 'em
We'll take a spray can
Paint the city like a coffee-stirring stick

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