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