1980 Huffy Pro Thunder

Once, when I was a boy I wanted a brand new bike
And a Huffy Pro Thunder was the bike that I wanted
They had commercials where these kids were riding in lighting
With thunder rumbling all around it was so exciting

I begged my mom for it, she said she would think about it
And maybe if I’d do my chores, I could save my allowance
I had those yellow mag wheels dancing around in my dreams
I knew if I got that bike, I’d be the fastest on my street

Go, Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!

It didn’t take that long, because my mom was a sucker
When it came to me and my sister
If I’d known how broke we were I probably would have felt guilty
But I wanted that bike so bad, I’d find a way to get guilt buried

Go, Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!

These teenagers came riding by and said I had a cool bike
And if I’d come with them they knew a really rad place to ride
I’d never felt so grown up and alive, ’til I got to the place
Where they beat me up and stole my bike

Go, Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!
Huffy Pro Thunder Go!

I Want To Say Amy

I want to say Amy or maybe it was Becky
I don’t remember
1985 Eisenhower Junior High
In early December
My father had just died and like boys do
I used my sadness to get to you

I want to say Christy or maybe it was Dana
I don’t remember
We ate at Taco Bell, Stole the window decal
For their new burrito
I remember your smell and the feel of your breasts
But for the life of me I can’t remember your name

I want to say Heather or maybe Maria
I don’t remember
I remember thinking it was love and that it would never end
In mid-December
We’d talk on the phone for hours at a time
Then you broke up with me and it broke my heart

I want to say Stacy or maybe it was Tracy
I don’t remember
But there’s a burning question I have deep inside of me
All these years later
What ever happened to that window decal?

Piece Of Another Puzzle

I hear him say he has everything
Wife, Kids, makes lots of money
But something was missing
Now he has found it
And he wants to force it on me

God is a piece of another puzzle
I hammered him in because I was told to
He doesn’t fit and I’m up a tree
God is a piece of another puzzle for me

He says that’s too bad because he opens all doors
I said I looked in and didn’t see a floor
I wish I could take that leap of faith
But I can’t, can’t you see that

God is a piece of another puzzle
I hammered him in because I was raised to
He doesn’t fit and I’m up a tree
God is a piece of another puzzle for me

He says that’s a shame, I feel sorry for you
If you were like me you wouldn’t be like you
Well see that’s just it, can’t you see
It’s assholes like you that make God so hard to see

God is a piece of another puzzle
I hammered him in because I’m just like you
He doesn’t fit and I’m up a tree
God is a piece of another puzzle for me

Marissa

Marissa’s hanging upside down on the monkey bars at recess, John Adams Elementary
I’m watching from afar, while playing tether ball as she tucks her shirt into her jeans
She plays alone, no one dares approach Marrissa, she’s so tough and mean
I think she’s beautiful, but wouldn’t tell a soul, no one liked Marissa but me

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop, nobody knows

Marissa smokes a cigarette, by the door of home ec. and kisses the popular Tommy Shockey
It’s the eighth guy I’ve seen her kiss this semester, still I wish one of them would have been me
She’s rarely home, passed around like a joke that never was all that funny
All the girls hate her guts, say she’s nothing but a slut, everyone’s had Marissa but me

She has something inside her
I’m drawn to girls who hide there
Buried in all their mystery
Tearing her insides
I’m wanting to find
The reasons for her misery

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop, nobody knows

Marissa knocks on my door late at night in a heavy pour to where it’s hard to tell she’s crying
We sit in my car, I hold her tight to keep her warm, she tells me all her story
She tells me of home and the abuse that she’s known and that she’s aborting the baby
I’ve always regretted the oath that I wouldn’t tell a soul, no one knows Marissa, but me

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop, nobody knows
Round and round, round and round we go
Then she stopped

Running To Catch Up

So I’m running to catch up to Bobby
But he’s much faster than me
We used to be friends
Then he moved away
I wish I could be like him
He is so strong and so thin
But I’m not, so here I sit
Looking like shit

We would play catch the man with the ball
He would always catch me
And I would always fall
He made it look easy to elude me
And I would always get mad and quit
I would always get mad and quit

So I’m running to catch up to Bobby
But he’s much faster than me
He was my best friend
Then he moved away
I wish I could be like him
He is smart and good lookin’
But I’m not, so here I sit
Dumb as shit

We would play catch the man with the ball
He would always catch me
And I would always fall
He made it look easy to elude me
And I would always get mad and quit
I would always get mad and quit

Digging down deep
Gritting my teeth
Waiting for the day
When Bobby I’d beat
I just couldn’t wait
But that day never came

So I’m running to catch up to Bobby
But he’s much faster than me
He was my brother
Then he moved away
I wish I could be like him
He is so strong and so thin
But I’m not, so here I sit
Looking like shit

We would play catch the man with the ball
He would always catch me
And I would always fall
He made it look easy to elude me
And I would always get mad and quit
I would always get mad and quit

Many Happy Days

I wish I had a dream, not a nightmare where I wake up cold and lonely
And staring at me is another useless day
I wish I had one as a kid, where I’d wake in the summer and play with my friends
In a field, with a ball
That was all we needed, that was all

‘Cause I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those
When I lay me down to sleep
And when I’m praying for my soul
I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those

I wish I had a dream, not horrible visions of people close to me dying
And tearing like demons at my peace
I wish I had one with my kid
Where we’d wake in the morning spring loaded
A new day to explore ’til we couldn’t stay awake anymore

‘Cause I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those
When I lay me down to sleep
And when I’m praying for my soul
I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those

I want to find some good to hold on to
Someone to hold on with
No hoops to jump through
Don’t you want it too

‘Cause I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those
When I lay me down to sleep
And when I’m praying for my soul
I’ve had many happy days
Why can’t I remember those

Goodnight To My Childhood

Things have changed in the place I grew up
The tree in the front isn’t there
The house has been painted a color of grey
The shrubs have all disappeared
The backyard’s so different, I don’t recognize it
The pond for my turtles is gone
Where we had a garden, there’s nothing by grass
No trail from the run of my dog

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

My neighbor named Vicki could be so annoying
I wonder what she’s doing now?
I once knocked her out cold with the swing of my bat
But it was all her fault, I swear
And Charles my best friend, we played until no end
Or at least ’til the street lights came on
I sometimes still see him, he lives by where I am
And sometimes we talk of what’s gone

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

Who sleeps in the room where I sang Debby Boone
While I would sit by my window
Dreaming up ways to be taken away
Imagination’s a place that I love so
There was a hide away up in the attic
That I would pretend was a spaceship
I’d push all the buttons that I drew up in crayon
The throttle was old rusty vice grips

Memories are building for some other family
I hope that their children are safe and are laughing
Tuck them in tight, turn off the light
Goodnight to my childhood

Promise Broke

And I would have liked to say goodbye
My hands they shake my inner child
When I got the news I couldn’t cry
The final straw on this heart of mine

And I swore that I would change my life
Promise broke, another lie
My heart it wants what I can’t give
Don’t have the strength, I guess

And love it seems is out of reach
I’ve become a dog that you can’t teach
But still I beg, still I bark
Still I curl up in a lap for warmth

Motherfuckin’ Spiders

There’s lots of busy motherfuckin’ spiders where I’m playing
They’re building webs from my fingers to the fence
I tear them down, but they build them back up again
It really doesn’t make a lot of sense

But that’s just like life
To throw you in a fight
There’s no reason to the rhyme or reason
You try and try to figure out life
But it doesn’t make a lot of sense

There’s lots of busy motherfuckin’ bugs where I’m writing
They’re crawling across my paper and my pens
I brush them off, but they climb back up again
It really doesn’t make a lot of sense

But that’s just like life
To throw you in a fight
There’s no reason to the rhyme or reason
You try and try to figure out life
But it doesn’t make a lot of sense

There’s lots of busy motherfuckin’ ants where I’m playing
They’re biting me on my ankles and my shins
I destroy their house, but they build it back up again
It really doesn’t make a lot of sense

But that’s just like life
To throw you in a fight
There’s no reason to the rhyme or reason
You try and try to figure out life
But it doesn’t make a lot of
Really doesn’t make a lot of
Really doesn’t make a lot of sense

Let’s Pretend

Let’s pretend we’re kids again
Always and only in our minds
I swear I won’t take it for granted this time
Let’s pretend we’re kids again
Always and only in our minds
I swear I will be a good boy this time

The lives we lead are crazy
I’m wanting a change

Let’s pretend we’re kids again
Always and only in our minds
I swear I will be a good boy this time
Let’s pretend we’re kids again
Always and only in our minds
I swear I won’t take it for granted this time

The lives we lead are crazy
I’m wanting a change

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