A natural noise   Is free in the air   Trying so hard   To give the whole block a scare   And that voice so true in my ear   I go next door, just to be near to it   Practice is done   Go outside for a smoke   Listen to some more of Porter's jokes   No more, man   Please turn it down   If you don't, we all might bust a gut   (Yeah yeah)   We just might bust a gut      Words don't quite explain   Everything I'm trying to say   I don't know where to go   I guess I'll just ask the ouija board   It doesn't know   Everything to me is a gun   About to go off   I feel myself, I'm falling right in   Guys, we'll be all right      We sit and talk   For most of the night   Another cool game   With the strobe light   And that's not all, there's something I lack   Dirty little boy is a lumberjack   (Tonight)      Clint's really cool   And I don't mean to hurt   But that really is a star-stopping shirt   Oh no, no, man   The lynch mob's attacking again   Good thing we have a pyschotic-like friend   Oh yeah   To eat some heads for us      Words don't quite explain   Everything I'm trying to say   I dont know where to go   I guess I'll just ask the ouija board   It doesn't know   Everything to me is a gun   About to go off   As I try to hold myself down   Guys, we'll be all right      You guys are so good   But you think you suck   More or less time   My brothers not a big Hessian      Yeah, here comes Dill   Just pulled up in his bus   I'm in love with Lisa from Toys 'R' US      Lisa's straight edge   The rest of you aren't   Offer us a smoke   But we're too smart again      Yeah it sure means a lot   To have you guys here   To light up dead smoke   And bring Porter a beer