Pop Song #1334587

thunder out the bedroom window
echoes down the parking lot
think I’ll turn on the TV
turn up the Radiohead CD.

Empty out the coffee grounds
wonder where the trash will go
wash my hands in the dark
blue light flickers down the hall

watching John Walsh on TV
points his finger at me
had a son who lost his head
in the mall, in the mall.

‘cause gray is setting in
and this is just a song
so cut it down again
and dream it over/up again

my mother told me,
"never talk to strangers
unless they have good candy"

my pastor always said,
"'cause you don’t love Jesus
I cannot save you" 

my father told me,
"never to talk to preachers
unless you have the soul to spare"

my girlfriend always said,
"if you can’t write pop songs
what are you good for?"

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