It's three o'clock on monday. There's one more hour of school. There's nothin' in my lunchbox. The teacher's lost his cool. I'm staring out the window. I can't wait to be free. Free of all this bullshit. To act out all my dreams. Well meet me at the car pound With some cans of spray paint. I can bring some cigarettes 'Cause momma's gone away And daddy's playing poker. He don't care anyways He's been out since friday. Squanderin' all his pay. Tonight i plan to make it. To be free at last. Free of all this bullshit. To hike up my mast. I'll write you when i get there. I'll send you my address. 'Cause i have got to get this Lorry off my chest. Meet me... And you can bring your girl along. Well if she's got a lovely friend And we'll show them what us town boys Do with some time to spend And bring some coca cola I found a bit of whiskey 'Cause it could be a long time 'Till i'm back here with yee Meet me... And daddy's just a joker. He don't care anyway He's been out all weekend Squanderin' all his pay.