Swim Fan

October boner over and out
Oh no petit-fours
Time for the victory roll
I roll up
A hiccough
The new tan is no tan
Here I am your swim fan

Why am I not your number one goth?
I know you and I'd like to
I know you
Why burn the tape?
Were you scared it would get played?
I caught you in my glass view
I know you

Hello magneto metal coney
You got bronze, you roughed me up
Gold's for the worst guys
You seem real nice

Don't get so serious about your band
You guys sure can rock a basement
But I'd rather you dripping out of the pool
Your stroke and your stride
Shoulders libidicide

Swim halfway out
Get stuck and float about
I dive in the deep end, I float
And what'd you expect
Got me drunk on VHS
Let's watch what we caught
What we shot in the dark
I caught you, I know you, I know you

Hello magneto metal coney
You got bronze you found me out
I want the bad guys gouging their eyes
What am I saying
I am the bad guy