Grass stained jeans on my first grade field day
Playing football voices, high pitched, astray
I don't even like her just go away
My friends never curse cause were ok
Sneaking out and sober all once
Where ever went playgrounds and thoughtless fun
Stupid silly schoolboys swallow alone
If you don't do the same your a bone
When the rain has come
Expect a lack of fun
Recess is inside
I can't hit the slides
You will be your lord if you know yourself
Don't let none of it rest on your health
And don't let your lord be someone else
You'll be lost in what's really hell
At the bengals game
You whipped out your fake
Bought yourself a miller
I could help you fill her