Son Of Three lyrics

Artist  : Breeders 
Song : Son Of Three



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I got an empty case of wip-its

No more time
on the meter.



Daybreak, about face, I
think I'm comin'

Cross another county
line

Are we there?

Convertible
cooking with nitrous,

Crackin' in the
air.

I am the sign of Go.



While last nights stars were high,

Now
they're popping in the sky.

And the band is
jammin' in.



Daybreak, I don't like
it.

Better tonight, better for you.



Buzzing with flourescence, 

I
don't know what it wants from me.

If I find
the door,

I am the son of Go.



And the band is movin' in.

That's what
you get.

That's what you get

When
there's no time left on the meter.



You get an empty case of wip-its

And a
boyfriend with a beeper.