Ouija

A natural noise
Is free in the air
Trying so hard
To give the whole block a scare
And that voice so true in my ear
I go next door, just to be near to it
Practice is done
Go outside for a smoke
Listen to some more of Porter's jokes
No more, man
Please turn it down
If you don't, we all might bust a gut
(Yeah yeah)
We just might bust a gut
Words don't quite explain
Everything I'm trying to say
I don't know where to go
I guess I'll just ask the ouija board
It doesn't know
Everything to me is a gun
About to go off
I feel myself, I'm falling right in
Guys, we'll be all right
We sit and talk
For most of the night
Another cool game
With the strobe light
And that's not all, there's something I lack
Dirty little boy is a lumberjack
(Tonight)
Clint's really cool
And I don't mean to hurt
But that really is a star-stopping shirt
Oh no, no, man
The lynch mob's attacking again
Good thing we have a pyschotic-like friend
Oh yeah
To eat some heads for us
Words don't quite explain
Everything I'm trying to say
I dont know where to go
I guess I'll just ask the ouija board
It doesn't know
Everything to me is a gun
About to go off
As I try to hold myself down
Guys, we'll be all right
You guys are so good
But you think you suck
More or less time
My brothers not a big Hessian
Yeah, here comes Dill
Just pulled up in his bus
I'm in love with Lisa from Toys 'R' US
Lisa's straight edge
The rest of you aren't
Offer us a smoke
But we're too smart again
Yeah it sure means a lot
To have you guys here
To light up dead smoke
And bring Porter a beer