Band Disclaimer: This song addresses the issue of kids who come into your scene and falsely proclaim to be squatters when in reality they do nothing more than fuck the scene up until it becomes boring to them or it gets cold. Thus the lyric, "Summer squatter go home." This song is not about those who try to undermine society by squatting as an alternate lifestyle.
Go home, go home
Squatter go home
I think I hear your Mommy callin'
She said your Dad wants his car back
So you'd better come home.
You got no money for the punk rock show
It's delegated for a beer and a ho
Spitting, pissing, cumming and shitting
So you have cool clothes
Squatter go home
I see you sittin' on the boulevard with your tired and pissed off stare
Tellin' everyone your hard luck story, and what landed you here
You think of Mommy and of Daddy in their safe suburban home
And you know that's where you're gonna go when you start to get cold
I'm saying poser go home
Poser squatter go home
Summer squatter go home
Poser squatter go home
MOLLY CODDLED -- TILT
(Collect 'em All)
Not exactly in the lap of luxury - You were not quite of blue blood
But you know you went to bed with a belly full of supper - You were safe as a bug in a rug
You were swaddled and jolly Molly coddled like a dolly
And your mommy maybe gave a little shrug
When you threw a temper tantrum for another piece of something -- Other kids only dream of
Now you've chosen poverty - You did it for the sake of being hip
Beggin' for a dollar - Never doubting for a moment your bohemian indigence
And you wonder why the folks in your run-down neighborhood
Don't recognize you as a kindred soul
'Cause they know you go t a bed in a sunny sub-division - Anytime you wanna run home.
Baby face, oh pretty baby face - Lookin' for a season in hell
Baby face, oh baby face - I hope you learn your lesson well...
