Story Behind the Song
I tried to sum up 4 years of high school in 4 minutes.At least what I did on the weekend.
Lyrics
Action toolbelt
A crowded schoolyard in, a deliberate town,
Nobody can make a move without us around.
An empty bottle rolls, across a parking lot.
Hurry up and hide your beer, here come the cops.
This shit never stops, on a Friday night.
A kamikaze in, some tupperware.
So drunk again we had to hold your hair.
A secret rondevouz, I could never grasp.
There's something about being naked in the grass,
that shows so much class, on a Friday night.
But I don't have much regret.
Maybe menthol cigarettes.
And filling your dad's vodka up with water.
But I tried it for awhile.
You can tell it ain't my style.
But I'll bullshit half the night if you would offer.
Hold me close and then you push away.
I don't need you to tell me what to say.
Find some pleasure in the games you play.
You're at your best just making waves.
Climb out my window at, about a quarter to one.
Because running through the school at night is so much fun.
A private party is, easy enough to find.
Random destruction helps to pass the time.
Lets me unwind.On a Friday night.
But I don't have much regret.
Maybe menthol cigarettes.
And filling your dad's vodka up with water.
But I tried it for awhile.
You can tell it ain't my style.
But I'll bullshit half the night if you would offer.
Are you doing fine?
Did you change your mind?
Because I've got a tool belt.
An Action Toolbelt.
And it could save your life.
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