All She Counts by The Blind Venetians Lyrics

It's okay, your mom won't be home
It's okay. 'cause your dad's always stoned
You said your mom won't be home in the mornin'

Lusty children lockin' lips
Hangin' out her window by my fingertips
Getting all confused by experimentation
Trade it in for bad explanations

All she counts is the things I've done wrong
I'm a bad boy in her eyes

Dirty jeans with all the same shirts on
Discoverin' where they all went wrong
Releasin' illness on their knees
It's the only time these boys say please

Excuses come from my younger days
Somethin' that my mother made
She searched hard to find my identity
But those days are gone if you're gonna ask me
I remember when she said that she'd
Never forget me after this night
Wouldn't it be nice it we could be
Doing this our whole life

Six o'clock knock on her bedroom door
Her mother's lookin' for her little whore
She pulled me out of the closet naked by my hair
I can still hear her yellin', never come around here