Little Kids
Lockett Pundt, Bradford Cox
Kids drinking gin on the, the front lawn
The kids see that man walking down the dirt road
These kids see the sky and they think of him dressed in flames
Kids walk behind, slowly stalk, that old man
To get older still
To get older still
To get older still
To get older still
These kids followed him to his shed
Where he turns on the radio and smokes a cig
These kids come with gasoline and they strike a match
To get older still
To get older still
To get older still
To get older
To get older still