Herman Dune You Could Be A Model Goodbye
They were trapped inside the mall and they couldn't
think of anything
and they could try to sort out with the big man in
charge and he
talked about some engine times
and how they had been ripped up off their very own
town, the one they loved
But soon enough they thought about how they were just
kids
and how their parents would be mad if they didn't come
back
It was some sort of holiday, the kind you dress up for
and
sit around a table and wish you could throw your fork
at your stepdad
And she said no one really matters to me and you're all
I care about and
if we stick together like fingers on a f..cking hand
we could make it big time in the city where my real
dad's from
you could be a model or you could even write some songs
you said
I sold some stuff to a couple of punks and I made
enough to pay your debts
I made some cash on the side so we could get the f..ck
out you said
I'll make you realize that there are people out there
And they all somehow make it through life though they
are uglier than you are
So baby let's not go home so you won't have to tell
your folks
that you've been caught by some stupid cop with a girl
from out of town
But by the time's the manager said it wasn't such a big
deal
And the boy looked pretty cute indeed though she seemed
a little weird
You chickened out and said he'd rather at least spend
the night home
Get some rest and pack his stuff she said goodbye
he said
I will miss you in the fall in the winter and the
spring in the daytime at school or in the nighttime
when I sing about you, baby
I don't know what country you're from
but I'm sure glad it's lestat(?)
'Cause it has to be neat if it's where you were born
If it's where you were born
If it's where you were born, baby