Your Old Man

Melt the sky, the sun was faded I was over-rated back then Such a bedpan of sin, man Poke my eye, I nearly made it I was faded back then Playing the trash man again Do you ever talk to your old man? And does he understand What we do on the weekend? I found a cop out by a trash can And his mustache man It tickled me all wrong I felt a drop, and you were trashed and You milked a passed out friend And hit a broken bong Do you ever talk to your old man? And does he understand What we do on the weekend? On the weekend, the weekend, the weekend Baby I'm coming back home