Paroles officielles de la chanson «Carpound» :

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Carpound"

It's three o' clock on Monday
There's one more hour of school
There's nothin' in my lunchbox
The teacher's lost his cool
I'm staring out the window
I can't wait to be free
Free of all this bullshit
To act out all my dreams

Well meet me at the car pound
With some cans of spray paint
I can bring some cigarettes
'Cause Momma's gone away
And Daddy's playing poker
He don't care anyways
He's been out since Friday
Squanderin' all his pay

Tonight I plan to make it
To be free at last
Free of all this bullshit
To hike up my mast
I'll write you when I get there
I'll send you my address
'Cause I have got to get this
Lorry off my chest

Meet me...
And you can bring your girl along.
Well if she's got a lovely friend
And we'll show them what us town boys
Do with some time to spend
And bring some Coca Cola
I found a bit of whiskey
'Cause it could be a long time
'Till I'm back here with yee

Meet me...
And Daddy's just a joker
He don't care anyway
He's been out all weekend
Squanderin' all his pay