"Mick's Tape" lyrics - LIFTER PULLER

Jettin' off to the coast where the girls all taste like toast
I'm getting off at the coast where the boys all taste like soap
When I get to Pasadena, I'm going to jettison your ghost

I'm getting off at the place where the boys all taste like paste
I'm getting off on the place where the girls all get so wasted
When I get to Sacramento, I'm gonna jettison your facelift

So hike up your hitchhiking shorts, we're road trippin'
I walked into the walk-in cooler, I bought into the three day bender
And the guys in the bathroom wanna meet my girl in the backroom
They say they got some message from someone who's been trying to get through

Now we're going to the land of the liquid tan
They've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
I feel like I've been double-teamed by the liquor and the cig machine
And they reached into his pocket, grabbed onto his wallet
And his car keys, yeah we're home free
And all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately
And I've been digging through the ashtrays