Crash Course For The Ravers

Rollie rapped all night about his suicide How he kicked it in the head when he was twenty-three It's hard to stay alive, turn twenty-five Like an old gold record all warped with rain Nature fights back in the perfect way I wanna punch you in the pocket, put your finger in the socket Charged up on overdrive, unclean and overripe The kids on the decks are not bass heads But they are snowblowers, show boaters, low motors Promoters, human sandwich boards that lord over The Lou Reed bar that they got downtown Come across town, come fight for existence And the unending pressure of dedication to your interests Like Hot 100 in the girl's bathroom Before I played my first track, you can never go back His name was always Buddy He'd shrug and ask to stay She'd sigh like Twig the Wonderkid And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him But she knows she really loves him It's a crash course Kid, you're walking hand in hand Extremely shy and over-glad Got shaky knees and swollen glands Got simple needs and stolen pants Got hands on hips for shoulder dips The coldest grip in the oldest shape If what I say ever mattered at all I would see it in your face I sit in the sitting chair Ill-prepared for getting glares From several pairs, of off suits All loose, in disrepair I imagine this happens at every sock hop Show me the river, I'll show you the flop Fossil glasses, casket costs Let's make it last, I had to ask His name was always Buddy He'd shrug and ask to stay She'd sigh like Twig the Wonderkid And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him But she knows she really loves him It's a crash course for the ravers