[Verse 1]
Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
Banging the babysitter every time she turned her back

We opened up the sunroof and we smoked a big joint
And drank a case of beer, listening to the crickets and trains
And every so often she'd just lapse off into narcotic ramblings

Moon and mascara
I've always been a holy terror
Temptations lurking everywhere
If your mind's in the gutter, beware, you'll find me there

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral
She said, "It should have been me but I'm still around
And I've been so wild, I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade
And all my dead friends have settled down"
My eyes were puffy and she asked me if I'd been crying
And I said, "Tears are for pussies," but who was I kidding, anyway?
So we stopped at Plan 9 Records and drank them dry
Beer and tequila
I've always been a thrill seeker
Thrills are a dime a dozen these days
And I found a dime in the gutter today
Tails facing up
Still fucking up
Still fucking up
Fucking up

Something happened on my way to a strange way of thinking