To Own the World

Orange crush Bleachers on a sunny day Standing underneath Hiding in the shade Woke up there After an all nighter Party at the field Smoking crack And huffing nitrous What a scream Old Skinny Scrappy Brought a guitar And we sang and sang Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bob Seeger It seems we sang all the Bobs But who would ever know Mixed up in drinks and smoke We might have sang Ramblin’ Rose Now the sun filters through the bleachers Our lives are littered with fear We are like vampires and must Get the hell out of here For we are creatures of the night The people you never see We make the news every now and then But for the most part we are free We mean no harm and deliver no malice Just let us live apart From your BMW’s and soccer moms And Sunday Bible School We ain’t the loving kind We are the partying kind No future is so clear So I leave you now with just one thought And let me be loud and clear We will always be here so give us our space And we will let you to pretend to own the world.