
Please Don’t Tell My Father That I Used His 1996 Honda Accord To Destroy The Town Of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania In 2002 Pet Symmetry
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[Verse 1]
The last time I stole my father's keys
I couldn't have been older than nineteen
I hightailed his car from New Jersey to Willow Grove
[Chorus]
And you could not see their street signs through the smoke
[Verse 2]
Between the dumpster diving, vandalizing
Suburban streets and disturbing the peace
Everything we passed, we smashed
It was broken pavement and shattered glass
[Chorus]
And you could not read the street signs through the smoke
Just afterthoughts passing all of the laws we broke
[Verse 3]
Considered violent and reckless by North Philly detectives
We occupied the space where we'd never have a thing to lose
Between the bong rips and knife hits
Protestant booze, stick-and-poke tattoos
We were just over-privileged youth seeking something to do
[Chorus]
And I could not see my street sign through the smoke
Just an afterthought rushing past all the laws we broke
The last time I stole my father's keys
I couldn't have been older than nineteen
I hightailed his car from New Jersey to Willow Grove
[Chorus]
And you could not see their street signs through the smoke
[Verse 2]
Between the dumpster diving, vandalizing
Suburban streets and disturbing the peace
Everything we passed, we smashed
It was broken pavement and shattered glass
[Chorus]
And you could not read the street signs through the smoke
Just afterthoughts passing all of the laws we broke
[Verse 3]
Considered violent and reckless by North Philly detectives
We occupied the space where we'd never have a thing to lose
Between the bong rips and knife hits
Protestant booze, stick-and-poke tattoos
We were just over-privileged youth seeking something to do
[Chorus]
And I could not see my street sign through the smoke
Just an afterthought rushing past all the laws we broke
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