Lyrics
Friday after work
We piled in his car
We're going miles away
Way past Pickle Park
I just want someone to watch me play guitar
Play guitar!
He's knocking at our door
We shouldn't have let him in
Monkey-looking fuck
With no chin!
He's bouncing off the walls
Crystal meth in vein
You can hide it from your friends
They're doing the same
I just want someone to watch me play guitar
Play guitar!
