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.
Writer(s): Edmund Enright
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