A natural noise
Is free in the air
Trying so hard
To give the whole block a scare
And that voice so true in my ear
I go next door, just to be near to it
Practice is done
Go outside for a smoke
Listen to some more of, Porters jokes
No more man
Please turn it down
If you don't we all might bust a gut
(yeah yeah)
We just might bust a gut

Words don't quite explain
EVERYTHING I'M TRYING TO SAY
I, don't know where to go
I GUESS ILL JUST ASK THE OUIJA BOARD
It doesn't know
Everything to me is a gun!
About to go off
I feel myself, I'm falling right in!
Guys we'll be alright

We sit and talk
For most of the night
Another cool game, with the strobe light
And that's not all, there's something I lack
Dirty little boy is a lumberjack
(tonight)
Clint's really cool, and
I don't mean to hurt
But that really is a star stopping shirt
Oh no no man
The lynch mob's attacking, again
Good thing we have a pyschotic like friend
Oh yeah
To eat some heads for us

Words don't quite explain
EVERYTHING I'M TRYING TO SAY
I, don't know where to go
I GUESS ILL JUST ASK THE OUIJA BOARD
It doesn't know
Everything to me is a gun!
About to go off
As I try to hold myself down!
Guys we'll be alright

You guys are so good
But you think you suck
For the last time
My brothers not even Hessian

Yeah here comes Dill
Just pulled up in his bus
I'm in love with Lisa from Toys R US
Steve's a straightedge
The rest of you aren't
Offer us a smoke
But we're to smart to begin

Yeah it sure means a lot
To have you guys here
To light up dead smoke
And bring Porter a beer