Crash Course for the Ravers

[Verse 1]
Rollie rapped all night about his suicide
How he kicked it in the head when he was 23
It’s hard to stay alive, turn 25
Like an old gold record all warped with rain
Nature fights back in the perfect way
I wanna punch you in the pocket, put your finger in the socket
Charged up on overdrive, unclean and overripe
The kids on the decks are not bass heads
But they are snowblowers, showboaters, low motors
Promoters, human sandwich boards that lord over
The Lou Reed bar that they got downtown
Come across town, come fight for existence
And the unending pressure of dedication to your interests
Like Hot 100 in the girl’s bathroom
Before I played my first track, you can never go back!

[Chorus]
His name was always Buddy
He’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like Twig the wonderkid
And turn her face away
She’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It’s a crash course

[Verse 2]
Kid, you’re walking hand in hand
Extremely shy and over-glad
Got shaky knees and swollen glands
Got simple needs and stolen pants
Got hands on hips for shoulder dips
The coldest grip in the oldest shape
If what I say ever mattered at all
I would see it in your face
I sit in the sitting chair
Ill-prepared for getting glares
From several pairs of off suits
All loose, in disrepair
I imagine this happens at every sock hop
Show me the river, I’ll show you the flop
Fossil glasses, casket costs
Let’s make it last, I had to ask

[Chorus]
His name was always Buddy
He’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like Twig the wonderkid
And turn her face away
She’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It’s a crash course for the ravers