Song Description

Foot-tapping tale of petty teenage revenge.

Lyrics

The wheel's tight in my sweating hand
We met inside this desert land.
You used to love my metal band
Made with friends from the high school.
You left my life like borrowed money
My muscles ache and my nose is runny
I get a look that's harsh and funny
From a low-riding Camaro

With feathered hair and jacket black
I cruise your family's cul-de-sac
You must have not have gotten back
From your rent-a-room parish
So I hit the 215
I light one up and scope the scene
Inside my Flaming Red Machine
That my mom calls a Chevy

Got my vodka underneath my seat
The pedal's heavy underneath my feet
That smell from last night's turned to sick from sweet
And it's stuck in my memory

Your pastor told you Rock was wrong
Your parents say I don't belong
And I would sing a rebel song
About loving you truly
But since the tune's a total loss
I'll raise some Hell beneath that cross
That's right, I'll tell the flock's big boss
That you once dated a black guy

There in the distant parking lot
Through densest haze of harshest pot
The cracking sound of smoke and gunshot
When your car enters view
I see projections on my mind
Of kissing lips and your behind
But on this day my heart will find
A most impertinent vengeance

The glass door's open and there's people coming out
I drop a bombshell in the form of a shout
"Hey, let me tell you what your daughter's about!"
And mother lives her worst nightmare.

If you had heeded up my warning
And dropped the bloody crown of thorning
Perhaps this hellish Sunday morning
Might never have happened
But instead you dropped me cold
Like stale bread or cheese with mold
But I'm no longer twelve years old
And I shouldn't be messed with