Cellophane over the eyes after the high school bells would ring. But you were afraid of things. History notes were the sitch until the Hot Pocket started to drain. But these were the worst of things. Oh in your basement place where the television tried to own you. Oh in the backyard we smoked cigarettes and tripped on the cardinals. Throw the rocks out of the van through the window where we started the band. You were faith in me. Stick myself into a mix on a Mongoose Decade trick. You encouraged me. Oh in your basement place where the television tried to own you. Oh in the backyard we sucked the smoke and then we stuck up the cardinals.