I want to check out. I want to see your mom's face
Want to have fun, want to rock it in the first place
I want to check out and see what's in the dust pile
I want to come home, want to stop being a worm for awhile
I've got a stack, got a new pile of speakers
Let's tear up wires
I'll show you in the bleachers I'm- No, no, no
I want to have fun, but I don't want to smell bad
I want to take baths in the old school showerhead
I want to see the show, and want to run there
With your girlfriend
I want to hold her, and I want to hold her friend's
Hand
I want to take off, want to hit you with a microphone
I wish I could see you on the telephone
You can't call
I want to take off, want to run to the old continent
I want to dig a hole in the Earth's spin-tone
In the jetway