The Bomber

When I became of age
My mama sat me down
Said, "Son, you're growing up
It's time you looked around"
So I began to notice
Some things I haven't seen before
That's what brought me here
Knocking on your back door

Closet queen, the backstop fiend
Who wants to shake my hand
I don't want to be there
So she decides she can
Disciple Dan, he's just the man
To pick fruit off your branches
I can't sleep, the big-eyed fiend
Has gathered up my ragged chest

Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah

Well, it's too strong, something's wrong
And I guess I lost that feeling
I don't mind the games you play
But I don't like your dealing
God forbid the luck's been had
And there's nothing left but smoke
Will I be back tomorrow
For the punchline of the joke?

Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah