Happy Birthday
I got you the best present that I could offer:
A stolen car, and a road of opportunity.
So what do you say?
We'll drive right down to Morgantown
And see a crappy punk band, just you and me.
We'll start a riot
Throw a brick clear through a record store window
Rush in and steal all The Ataris.
Alarms go off,
The cops show up a few minutes later
But by that time we're watching Chasing Amy.
Dear Minnesota...
You blow.
Through your window,
I saw too many undesereved tears shed,
Just a movie screen, but far too real.
I climbed the white oak,
And hopped from branch to branch to reach your window sill
But once I finally got there, you were gone.
I snuck in through
Your window and left a valentine on your bed,
And left the way I came.
The next day,
Received a telephone call that I didn't answer.
And now you're gone.
Dear Minnesota...
You blow.