At my nan's | |
I wasn't thinking over boiled beans and chicken | |
Something cool fell in my juice cup sudden | |
I could lie and make stuff up | |
Is that why my future's so bright? | |
So strap in and go the backyard rock show | |
When all city folk got southern paint my face up with my brother | |
Uncle choked and started shaking over whiskey, eggs and bacon | |
Is that why our nights look so bright? | |
So strap in and go | |
Backyard rock show. |