Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all

Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall

(And they said) you are a socialist !@%!ehead we know from your clothes

You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all


So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn


No-one can stop us the plot is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up

Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by spielberg and starring the !@%@ club


Mary you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and god's pure love

We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of

Give us some light and god's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood


"HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!"

And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn

One plays a socialist !@%!ehead we dress in my clothes

One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke


And we wear what we want on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the dark suburban lawns

And we give them good homes give them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born