MY BROTHERS ROOM - Dirty Ron


15 I didn't know shit from shinola
Bucket bongs, Clearasil, gin and cola
Owned three records all from Minneapolis
Had a face that only a mother could kiss
But what's that screamin' from a half inch gap
Some guys shoutin' out a lung like a Corair attack
Yeh 1984 was the year o' hardcore in my brother's room

I used to listen for comfort, listen for a space
Where the world wasn't spinnin' round the holes in my face
But a hey now, yer shittin' me, wassa goin on there
A 12 string chime that's got me fuckin' up my hair
Yeh snaking up and round that painted hinge
There's a d-chord smirkin' 'neath a pageboy fringe
Yeh 1986 gettin' teenage kicks from my brother's room

Weighted down, but don't ya love the sound
If ya don't get it then I don't wanna talk to thee
He also taught me to shoplift, but that's another story
I was diagnosed, I was billed and I was dosed
'til my bro busted in with a case o’ beer, a pizza, and a stack o' creem magazines and a bunch o' rekurds ten feet high... man..i was toast... huh buttered

Uh syntax, buttermilk, police and thieves
Got me outta bed and a offa my knees
Callin' all stations, that's my freakin' education from my brother's room