Rent A Wreck - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names

All these rocky mountains

To play five songs and drink some more and fall asleep

Getting taped by locals

Don’t have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst

In the back seats of rented wrecks

Let’s hope these wheels got what it takes to carry us home

Backdrops made of denim

T-shirt salesmen and the followers it brings

Single package systems

Soul DJs and you know the riot that that brings

I wanna turn all their dancefloors

Into a burning inferno of ba baa

I play the piano and I play the guitar

I’ve played it in clubs and I’ve played it in bars

I visit your cities and I’ve slept on your floors

I borrowed your swings and I’ve heard your hardcore

All the scores of the C to the A of the youth of today

And it’s beautiful

Still I can’t get enough of it

Did you see me eating frosties from your fridge

And the rice cookies you never ate

They were all gone when you went into the kitchen