Field Trip — текст песни (Squirtgun)

Hey Lolly, it`s a french toast breakfast
We`re slidin` like a firehouse sundown
Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs
Get as brittle as an eight track stone sound

Like a farmer on a never wilt acre
You ask me, maybe will never see a spaceman
I know what`s in that hangar in Ohio:
Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances

On a field trip
We won`t think about `em, think about `em
We`re where the freeway stretches
Out like pop songs
On a field trip
We won`t think bout `em, thinnk about `em
We`ll take a spray can
Paint the city like a coffee stiring stick

In the midnight we can walk like aliens
Pack our baggage in a red-head suitcase
The rainbow is a can of lucky colors
Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters