Field Trip

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