Punk Rock Mouse

Stranded by the side of the highway
Guitar case in hand, you leave town
Wandering with just four strings on your guitar
What road could you be going down?

You got a Mohawk on your head
On your furry arm, a Black Flag tattoo
You wear your battered leather pretty well
Even if your mind is cloudy from sniffin’ glue

Punk rock mouse
Don’t be modest
In your grand designs

Punk rock mouse
You’ll be a god, yeah
In your own time

And what if your Greyhound bus
Turns out to be a lady in a toy Cadillac?
You wave her on, or do you accept the ride?
Either way Mr. Mouse, there is no turning back

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