Lyrics

It's three o'clock on monday There's one more hour of school There's nothin in my lunchbox The teacher's lost his cool I'm staring out the window I can't wait to be free Free of all this bullshit To act out all my dreams Meet me at the car pound With some cans of spraypaint I can bring some cigarettes 'cause mama's gone away And daddy's playing poker He don't care anyways He's been out since friday Squanderin' all his pay Tonight i plan to make it To be free at last Free of all this bullshit To hike up my mast I'll write you when i get there I'll send you my address 'cause i have got to get this Lorry off my chest Meet me……… And you can bring your girl along Well if she brings her lovely friend And we'll show them what us town boys Do with some time to spend And bring some coca cola I found a bit of whiskey 'cause it could be a long time 'till i'm back here with yee Meet me.. And daddy's just a joker He don't care anyway He's been out all weekend Squanderin' all his pay