Like A Walk

Like a walk up to the ticket counter
Give me five bucks or you’re gonna get blasted
My first balloon ride at the county festival
The one who wore the pickle hat
And bubble-gum snapping cotton-candy girls
Who talk as if we weren’t even there said,
"It’s business as usual
We’ve seen it all an hour before."
Nowhere to go, don’t try to run,
We take these things as true:
That trees are good, TV is bad,
Grover never had no lips,
Only straight white boys play air guitar,
And the pending revolution can owe me.
Like your mother said when you were young
Swing both ways before you cross the street
Sit up straight, with shoulders back,
Say "please" and "thank you" always.
Get whatever the fuck you want
My twenty bucks and a fluid ounce of peace
I hope you choke or slip on something
Walking down the stairs
From a landing to a turnstile exit
Men with ropes and amps like fishing boats running
I walked away, and girls they’d stop and they’d say
It’s business as usual, we’ve seen it all an hour before
Nowhere to go, don’t try to run,
We take these things as true:
You ripped me off, it pissed me off,
And life is short but it’s wide
And I’d like to just forgive you but it tears me up inside.