She drove it like she stole itnShe stole it fast and with a multitude of casualtiesnShe said i shipped it out from BouldernPacked in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheetsnWe spent a few months just wandering the SonomanHigh as hell and shivering and smashednWe were trying for a vision quest we opened up three buttonsnAnd all we saw was desert trashnIt's a funny bit of chemistrynHow a cool car makes a guy seem that much coolernIt's worth noting throughout historynKids come around corners to a multitude of casualtiesnWe spent a few hours circling the citynLike a hawk on he highways we were looking round for something that just diednWe heard the deacon's hopeful eulogynAt least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a second timenAfter your party we got off the gridnWe just couldn't get with all the clever kidsnNow we forage on the frontage roadsnWe drive at nites I guess it just feels somewhat safernWe scrounge around for sustenancenWe mostly eat in the back half of the theatersnWe spent a few years nodding off in matineesnHigh as hell and shivering and smashednWe were hoping for an action adventurenSomething loud that we could feel thru all the FeminaxnAfter the movie we got off the groundnGot in your car and crawled around in LowertownnWhile she was at the citadel he was getting high as hellnWhile she came to in the matinee she was asking round for someplace else to staynWhile he was down in Lowertown she was feeling out the 5:30 folk massnAnd the nite that she got born again he was getting with her little hoodrat friendnThey did wade in the water into one tin soldier and she started to crynYouth services always finds a way to get their bloody cross into your druggy little messed up teenage life