Sam Poll - Super Emotional White Boy Confronts The Bus Window lyrics

You are the junk food to my soul Old salad in the bone yards Boon docks You are the jelly in my boombox Swear but don't promise me that you'll be around I'll watch you turning your face up listening to that heavy metal sound You are the junk food to my soul Oh heaven doesn't know what you want Road blocks Red shoes and White Sox Kick me with both your feet and then fall to the ground I'll watch you burning your ears out listening to this pop-rock sound