Halloween

[Zoogz Rift, Jack Brewer, both]
Halloween, Halloween
Today, it's Halloween
Now is the time for us to be dressing up like fucking idiots
Trying to make other people we don't know think that we're something we're really not
I think I'll just sit this one out, but you go ahead with your lipstick!
And your designer sunglasses
And your little white sweatshirts
That go all the way down to cover your knobby little knees
And protect your precious unmentionables
And your chewing gum
That you stole from the back of a guitar amp
Owned by The Bangles
After all, why not? What the fuck?
Today, it's Halloween

Gotta impress the Chicanos at the 7-Eleven
Gotta impress the Chicanos at the 7-Eleven
Gotta impress the Chicanos at the 7-Eleven
You wanna use the telephone
You wanna call up your girlfriend
You wanna tell her how much you hate your mother
And how you just broke up with your boyfriend
Inside the 7-Eleven, you see your little brother
He's winning at pinball
His dorky little friends are talking about your pussy
Which they ain't particularly fond of
The slimy guy at the telephone next to you is hoping you might go with him in his Chevy out to the coast highway
Where he can buy you a few beers
And check out what's in your wallet
And maybe get you to swallow what comes out
He checks himself out in the rear-view mirror
And combs the knots out of his mustache
He wants to look his best for you
After all, why not? What the fuck?
Today, it's Halloween