Two Cow Garage - Swingset Assa**in lyrics

She was a playground princess Back when we used to dream I was a swingset a**a**in Full of juvenile schemes With these clothes picked by my mother Handed down from my big brother And I'll keep my hands folded 'til the day I turn thirteen And we listened to the Beatles Cause that's what's you're told When you're young and empty And you hadn't got a clue The White Album from my mother Rubber Soul from my big brother And don't you question Mr. Lennon boy 'Cause he gave his life for you And I cut my hair and I dyed it black While everyone was gettin' stoned And I wrapped myself up in Black Flag And flew it as my own And my poor worried mother With the phone calls to my brother But in the end punk rock Just leaves us empty and alone So now I'm fear and loathing On a Sunday afternoon I drink enough to be Catholic But the morning comes too soon With the phone call from my mother And the advice from my big brother That Jesus is just another word For nothing left to lose