Backseat Sheetzburgerz
Care not for all theze
Rave tunez blaring out of the front side stereo
What burgerz understand, and can count on, iz Zeppelin
Perfect for air guitar
At this time of night on this stretch of asphalt
All the defunct amusement parks have infrared cameraz
Well, shoot
What iz there left to do now but roam
Up and down roadz with namez
Like Spooky Nook and Crooked Crook
Until the sun darez to invade our rubber wheel realm once again
The front side disco spinnerz
Would like to go home
But the back seat burger boyz are ready to roll on
Into some sort of surreal horizon
With a cotton candy ending
And haunted housez to greet us for breakfast
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Backseat Sheetzburgerz
Care not for all theze
Rave tunez blaring out of the front side stereo
What burgerz understand, and can count on, iz Zeppelin
Perfect for air guitar
At this time of night on this stretch of asphalt
All the defunct amusement parks have infrared cameraz
Well, shoot
What iz there left to do now but roam
Up and down roadz with namez
Like Spooky Nook and Crooked Crook
Until the sun darez to invade our rubber wheel realm once again
The front side disco spinnerz
Would like to go home
But the back seat burger boyz are ready to roll on
Into some sort of surreal horizon
With a cotton candy ending
And haunted housez to greet us for breakfast
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