Drift Miles

Lyrics

In the back of the beat up Duster is where he used to thrust her,
She can't find the strength to muster,
And he wishes that he never touched her,
There's a black and white that comin' in sight and there lookin' for a little boy,
And there's a little girl with a hair of curls and she's treadin' leers of coy,
In a chimney stack on a factory's back is the smoke that no one sees,
There's a little flower that tastes so sour hidden beneath the trees,
Buster's in the dumpster, he's lost his luster in the dumpster,
After nine months he thought he could trust her, but she thought he rushed her,
A harmonica screams that so obscene there's a bluish neon light,
There's a murky stare above the glare, but beware of the false contrite,
Cemet block shoe in a river blue peak-a-boo can you guess who,
A scattered few can you catch the cue or did you wind up with the flu,
Buster's in the dumpster, he's lost his luster in the dumpster,
After nine months he thought he could trust her, but that's all she could muster,
There's an innocent soul on a midnight stroll not ready for what he'll find,
Under a telephone pole on a grassy knoll, didn't pay it any mind,
The days went past but the memory lasts of the pain that she knew,
Somethin' old somethin' new somethin' borrowed somethin' blue can you tell me that it's not true,
Buster's in the dumpster, he's lost his luster in the dumpster,
After nine months he thought he could trust her, but she thought he rushed her,
Buster's at the bottom of the bottom of the dumpter,
Buster's at the bottom of the bottom of the dumpster,
Buster's at the bottom of the bottom of the dumpster,
Buster's at the bottom of the bottom of the dumpster.

By: Steve Pollack and Mike Lucsky