Lyrics to Mick's Tape

jettin off to the coast where the boys all taste like

toast

i'm getting off to the coast where the girls all taste

like scope

when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your ghost

i'm getting off to the place where the boys all taste

like paste

i'm getting off to the place where the girls all get so

wasted

when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your

facelift



so hike up your hitchhiking shorts, we're roadtrippin

walked into the walk-in cooler, bought in to the three

day bender

and the guys in the bathroom wanna meet that girl in the

backroom

they've got a little message from someone who's been

tryin to get through



now we're going to the land of the liquid tan

they've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands

i felt like i'd be double-teamed by the liquor and the

cig machine

and they reached into his pocket, grabbed onto his wallet

and his car keys, yeah they're home free

and all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately

and i've been digging through the ashtrays