Breeders Son Of Three Lyrics

Son Of Three 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 county line

Are we there?

Convertible cooking with nitrous,

Crackin' in the
air.

I am the sign of Go.



While last nights 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 with flourescence, 

I don't know what it wants
from me.

If I find the door,

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 left on the meter.



You get an empty case
of wip-its

And a boyfriend with a beeper.