Son of Three The Breeders

I got an empty case of whip-its
No more time on the meter
Daybreak
About face
I think I'm comin'
Cross another county line
Are we there?

Convertible
Cookin' with nitrous
Crackin' in the air
I am the sign of go

While last night's stars were high
Now they're popping in the sky
And the band is jammin' in

Daybreak
I don't like it
Better tonight
Better for you

Buzzing florescence
I don't what it wants from me
If I find the door
I am the son of go