| At my nan's | |
| I wasn't thinking over boiled beans and chicken | |
| Something cool fell in my juice cup sudden | |
| I could lie and make stuff up | |
| Is that why my future's so bright? | |
| So strap in and go the backyard rock show | |
| When all city folk got southern paint my face up with my brother | |
| Uncle choked and started shaking over whiskey, eggs and bacon | |
| Is that why our nights look so bright? | |
| So strap in and go | |
| Backyard rock show. |