Reckless Childhoods
Red cars with yellow drop-tops wheeled around the front yard
foot pressed hard against the pedal
Blonde bimbos lying naked on the bedroom floor
clothes scattered around them
Boxing matches in the backyard
sock em, bop em
Girls almost burning houses down
those pizzas weren’t so easy to bake
Girls making lots of ‘doh
so much ‘doh they can play in it
Old men trying to steal their money and houses
what a monopoly they live in
Teenagers willing to get to home plate before dinner time
but only if she’s a good catch
Boys escaping with screw-drivers
getting themselves out of a pickle
Uno and they’re out
uno and you’re out
Living where the wild things are
a dangerous world they live in
Slaying blood suckers
with blade in hand
The boxes boom
the man walks
Liar Liar
you can’t handle the truth
Life was rough but sweet
like a box of chocolates
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