Can Patrick Come Outside to Play?

The Foxsmiths


Look down my hockey stick rifle
I'm fighting, I'm fighting
Days were all my own
We built a fort from nothing
We created, created
Let's keep the weird kid out

Running and falling from home
Work hurts my heart and my soul
And I'm jacking into recess, I always got picked last
We treat our friends so bad

I want to hide under my bed

Running and falling from home
Work hurts my heart and my soul
And I'm jacking into recess, I always got picked last
We treat our friends so bad


Writer/s: The Foxsmiths