I want to check out. I want to see your mom's face

Want to have fun, want to rock it in the first place

I want to check out and see what's in the dust pile

I want to come home, want to stop being a worm for awhile

I've got a stack, got a new pile of speakers

Let's tear up wires

I'll show you in the bleachers I'm- No, no, no

I want to have fun, but I don't want to smell bad

I want to take baths in the old school showerhead

I want to see the show, and want to run there

With your girlfriend

I want to hold her, and I want to hold her friend's

Hand
I want to take off, want to hit you with a microphone

I wish I could see you on the telephone

You can't call

I want to take off, want to run to the old continent

I want to dig a hole in the Earth's spin-tone

In the jetway