Son Of Three

(アルバム： Title TK - 2002)

I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter.

Daybreak, about face, I think I'm coming
Cross another county line
Are we there?
Convertible cooking with nitrous,
Cracking in the air.
I am the sign of Go.

While last nights stars were high,
Now they're popping in the sky.
And the band is jamming in.

Daybreak, I don't like it.
Better tonight, better for you.

Buzzing with flourescence,
I don't know what it wants from me.
If I find the door,
I am the son of Go.

And the band is moving in.
That's what you get.
That's what you get
When there's no time left on the meter.

You get an empty case of wip-its
And a boyfriend with a beeper.