Wishniks

I swear it’s a fact we were under attack
At our puffed up hair they would stare
We ain’t going back
No way, no way, no way

We were outcasts, loners,
Wishniks, stoners
Baited, traded, trolling, rolling
Away

Come out for the thrill of it
We change just a little bit
For you

If I turn to stone, would you leave me alone?
Let me finish my drink, time to think
As I make my own…
Way, my way, my way

I swear I tried, I almost died
Got dressed up, messed up
Came gunning, I’m running
Away

Come out for the thrill of it
We change just a little bit
For you

We live just outside town
In the fallen trees we made a home
We try to do what’s best for our children
We try and play it safe
But sometimes, we still…

Come out for the thrill of it
We change just a little bit
Come out for the thrill of it
We change just a little bit