The Breeders — Son Of Three lyrics

Lyrics

I got an empty case of Wip-Its
No more time on the meter
Daybreak
About face
I think I’m comin'
Cross another country line
Are we there?
Convertible
Cookin' with nitrous
Crackin' in the air
I am the sign of go While last night’s stars were high
Now they’re popping in the sky
And the band is jammin' in Daybreak
I don’t like it Better tonight
Better for you
Buzzing flourescence
I don’t what it wants from me If I find the door
Then I am the son of go And the band is movin' in That’s what you get
That’s what you get
When there’s no time on the meter
You get
An empty case
Of Wip-Its
And a boyfriend with a beeper