My Parents' Garage

T-bone - guitar, vox; Funkdaddy - bass, vox; Pirate - drums; Lou - lead vox, sax; Dick, b.vox

There must be more to life
Than turning pixie sticks into "peace" pipes
I want to escape all of life's strife
In my parents' garage

There are oil stains on the floor
And rodent holes in the boards
But it sure beats working hordes
Here in my parents' garage

It's lonely dark and cold
And there's no TV or phone
But I'm not prematurely old
Here in my parents' garage

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In my parents' garage
Oh my parents' garage
I want to spend the rest of my life
In my parents' garage

I'm not taking orders
Work blows dogs for quarters
I won't chain my hand to the man
In my parents' garage (Hey!)

I'm not taking orders
Won't live stuck in borders
No I won't play that game
In my parents' garage

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I got a lot of time to think about the visions in my head
And the Socrates I've read
Turning Buddhist, nudist, spiritually purist
Contemplating non-existence on a path of least resistance

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I was playing Dig Dug in the arcade
And this blonde starting walking my way
She had grease stains on her pants
From her parents' garage

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I love making love from above in my parents' garage
I want to take the girl of my dreams back to my parents' garage