An Actual 90's Scream
The 80's Scream
You've got a bit of cancer in your teeth.
Just a touch of cancer in your smile.
So don't you go, brush your hair
smack your boy take your drugs
Listen up to the tender sound of the popo siren going 'round
A minor cancer from your youth.
Comes back with some vinegar for your age
A scratchy white cue ball in your throat.
...Hope you're a millionaire
Save your stuff, don't throw out
Make a pile, set on fire
hangover and a coffee
with a smoke for good luck
So you don't go brush your hair
smack your boy take your drugs
Listen up to the tender sound of the popo siren going 'round
No more Lost Angels No more infinity
Nothing in your memory. nothing on your blog
I'll get off the subject soon, but just there's one more thing.
You can't scream the 90's scream that I am requiring.
You can't sing the melody ancient 90's tunes
You don't know the chords for the chorus dude
Skip to the loo, (man I gotta go) skip trulala, (la la la la)
SKIP TO THE END OF THE SONG WHERE EVERYTHING GETS BETTER
A LITTLE BETTER THAN THIS PART WHERE NO ONE CAN DANCE OR SING ALONG
Let's all move to Denver Colorado
It would super cheap
at least... compared to the bay it would be.
Our employers would probably never understand.
But you know what, Berkeley bowl is actually for wimps.
Real men eat sand for breakfast and they straight up skip lunch. Wimps that cry when this skidding knee scraps them but a little TLC bumping on the radio put a smile back there on any poor whip that tries to touch me. You mess with my family you are messing with me and Vice-a-Versa. a Pizza Pasta. A puntkin latte. Pitkin knows. She definitely told me she knows. Anywho, what are you doing later? I was thinking of going over to Dogpatch and getting in some good upsies. Or would you prefer to skip upsies and go directly to the beer store?
I remember all the time
We spent in a car.
It took a long to get where we are
don't ever look back my dear god hope we don't die too soon
there's a waterfall ahead