This is a song about "Garage sales"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Speed up, patience, please cause

I need a 17 car garage