Standard (EADGBE)
There's a bigass hole out in the backyard
And it seems to be getting bigger everyday
Well this land that is owned by a stranger
Sends the taste of fear right through my brain
Now the rain, it could come and fill it up
full of water
Where the rocks can skip as the fish can school
as the sun reflects as it sets
Or the trucks they could come and they could
fill it up full of concete
Where the cars would park and the buses will unload
Chorus
If it's water I'll swim it, if you pave it I will skate it
In the middle of the night
If you're gonna sell chicken
I pray to hell you cook/do it right
Gas station I will fill it or a bar I would swill it
Or maybe an alley to both
Bigass crater in the backyard
I hope that you stay a hole
Ain't nothing like bumper-to-bumper traffic
When the clock is ticking and you've got some place to go
Well you grind your teeth
and you crush and squeeze your to go cup
Ain't nothing but crap that's on the radio
Road rage will be eliminated
As the walking distance is so very underrated
And my belly, hopefully, will be deflated
I wish I knew just what it was going to be
Chorus
Let's fire up the truck and go out and do us some doughnuts
Take advantage of that space while it's still there
You just turn the wheel and stomp your heel to the floor
Hold your left hand out the window with that lit flare
Ain't it strange that the change is inevitable
Open range is rearranged and become sellable
And my brain is deranged with the unthinkable
I wish I had a couple of mil so I could set things right
Chrous
Bigass crater in the backyard
I hope that you stay a hole