Sweet Sixteen

Sweet Sixteen

Inspection 12
(album: You´re A Nation)

Every morning I go to my local foodstore
To buy a bag of sweet sixteen.
God I love those little doughnuts
It looks like I´ll turn out to be
A cop even though I dream of
Playing every sold out show.
Having dreams and eating sweets
Won´t get you where you want to go.
I try as hard as hard can be
I still can´t get the stuff I need
But it´s ok- For now it seems
I´m living life expectancy
I´d really love a new guitar
Something bright metallic green.
Guess I´ll wait for it a while
For now I´ll eat my sweet sixteen.
Well if I am a mindless fool
I´ll die by following the rules
Now Heaven doesn´t want me there
And Hell must have a load to bear
Cause they said, "Gee we´re all filled up!
Please take a number wait in line."
There must be other doughnut eaters
Hey,perhaps they´re friends of mine