Catcher Songtext
von Siichaq

All the boys with their piece of shit suitcases
Hidden underneath their beds
And all the professors who say all the wrong things
I wonder if they know they′re a bunch of phonies

I'll leave it behind, go wander the city
And I′ll hire the pretty woman just to sit with me
She gets real sore when I give her half the money
But that's what her boss said I'd owe


I was supposed to go home Wednesday
But I left school early, so I got a room down the road
I sure miss my sister, I think I′ll go and see her
And for such a young child, she′s goddamn smart

She knows well enough to take the blame for my cigarette smoke
While I hide from our parents in her closet

I miss my brother but I can't see him now
And I saved his glove where he wrote his poems down
He′d understand why I keep flunking out
But he's in the ground so I′m alone