Crater in the Backyard

There's a big ass hole out in the backyard
and it seems to be gettin bigger every damn day
well its land is owned by a stranger
who sends the taste of fear right to my brain
Now rain, come fillin on our Florida water
where the rocks would skip and the fish would school
as the sun reflects as it sets
or the trucks they could come and fill it all up full of concrete
where the cars would park and the buses would unload
Well if it's water ill swim it
if you pave it ill skate it, in the middle of the night
if you gonna sell chicken i pray to hell you cook it right
Gas station ill fill it
or a bar ide swill it
or maybe an ally to bowl
big ass crater in the backyard i hope that you stay a hole.
Nothin like bumper to bumper traffic
well the clock is atickin and you got no place to go
you grind your teeth and you crush and squeeze your to go cup
and nothin but crap is on the radio
Road rage will be eliminated
as the walking distance is so very underrated
and my belly hopefully will be deflated
I wish i knew just what the hell it's going to be
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Hell, lets fire up a truck and go out and do us some doughnuts
take advantage of that space while it's still there
you just turn the wheel and stomp your heel to the floor
hold your left hand out the window with that lit flair
Aint it strange that the change is inevitable
open range is rearranged to become sellable
and my brain is deranged with the inevitable
I wish i had a couple of mill. so i could set things right
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