Carpound lyrics

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