Field Trip lyrics

Hey Lolly, it`s a french toast breakfast

We`re slidin` like a firehouse sundown

Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs

Get as brittle as an eight track stone sound



Like a farmer on a never wilt acre

You ask me, maybe will never see a spaceman

I know what`s in that hangar in Ohio:

Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances



On a field trip

We won`t think about `em, think about `em

We`re where the freeway stretches

Out like pop songs

On a field trip

We won`t think bout `em, thinnk about `em

We`ll take a spray can

Paint the city like a coffee stiring stick



In the midnight we can walk like aliens

Pack our baggage in a red-head suitcase

The rainbow is a can of lucky colors

Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters
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