people here stare

people here stare
it's fuckin weird
we're both aware
anita caught one and leered
we walked in the mall
seemed kinda cool
told ehr to walk tall
talked about goin to the pool
the clothes were shit
the people were crazy
didn't like it one bit
music store chick racy
breathin heavy bendin over
stickin the cord into the amp
my girl got angy as the girl hovered
down so long she got a cramp
tired of slow guitar riffs
and acoustic songs
anita used to smoke spliffs
sometimes we get along
we're in a basement here
sittin around bored
she used to be a queer
living in a basement where junk was stored
the people are crazy
and conservative as shit
my memories of england hazy
but my resolve remains lit
grab a cider at the pub
grab a burger at the place
talk to the british dude my dad bought us subs
sittin down it's not a race
we've got shows in cleveland
and i'm feeling like avoiding them
will it matter in the end
that smile of her's a gem
we'll drive down and play some songs
some tunes that im not that fond of
perhaps we can right our wrongs
by making something we love
down the roads we drive
keeping boston in mind
we'll avoid this conservative hive
leave all these assholes behind