Son Of Three Lyrics - Breeders

I got an empty case of wip-its 

No more time on the meter. 

Daybreak, about face, I think I'm comin' 

Cross another county line 

Are we there? 

Convertible cooking with nitrous, 

Crackin' in the air. 

I am the sign of Go. 

While last nights stars were high, 

Now they're popping in the sky. 

And the band is jammin' in. 

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Daybreak, I don't like it. 

Better tonight, better for you. 

Buzzing with flourescence, 

I don't know what it wants from me. 

If I find the door, 

I am the son of Go. 

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And the band is movin' in. 

That's what you get. 

That's what you get 

When there's no time left on the meter. 

You get an empty case of wip-its 

And a boyfriend with a beeper.