Mick's Tape Songtext
von Lifter Puller

Jetting off to the coast where the girls all taste like toast
I′m getting off at the coast where the boys all taste like soap
And when I get to Pasadena, gonna jettison your ghost
I'm getting off at the place where the boys all taste like paste
I′m getting off at the place where the girls all get so wasted
And when I get to Sacramento, gonna jettison your facelift
So hop up your hedgehog of choice, we're road tripping
I walked into the walk-in cooler, I bought into the three-day bender
And the guys in the bathroom wanna meet my girl in the back room They say they got some message from
Someone who's been trying to get through
Now we′re going to a land of a liquid sound
They got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
I felt like I′d been double-teamed by the liquor and the snake machine
And then you reached into his pocket
Grabbed onto his wallet and his car keys, yeah
We're all free and all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately
And I′ve been digging through the ashtrays