Home Is A Rope

Wait here while I go buy a coke
And don't play with the radio
There's some kind of short
And the antenna's broke
You'll just run down the battery
Drinking warm malt liquor's
Like cutting teeth
Shotgun the 45
Four more in a paper bag on the seat
Will they ever get away from this
There's never been anything ever to do
Except stare at the stereo
Any story you can tell, you have to steal
Shut up with the fabricate
My patience for away has fallen ill
Fallen like so much snow
Dad wants the car home by 11
We never get away
There's no reason to try
Cause we never get away with anything
Why go out here and stare at my eye the sky
We'll never get away with anything
Night before, morning after that
Parked behind Quality Auto
Watching your faults turn into mine
I'm the king of my room, I'm the king of my head
And i think I'll just lie on the floor
I can always get a job a 7-11
Fuck up the get away
There's no reason to try
Cause we never get away with anything
Why come out here and stare at the words in the sky
No we'll never get away with anything