When there weren't any parties,
she'd park by the quarry,
walk into the woods
until she came to a clearing
where townies would gather
and drink until blackout,
smoke cigs till they're sick,
pack bowls, and then pass out.
Windows wide open
to let the hard rock in,
theirs was a rage
that didn't need much convincing.
The girls gave her glares,
but the boys were quite pleasant.
To be totally honest,
they didn't seem much different.
When there weren't any parties,
sometimes she'd party with townies.
Out on the parkways,
after the parties,
it was always arousing,
when they'd rev up their engines.
It's hard to describe,
so she kept it a secret.
The girls that she lived with,
they knew nothing about it.
The night with the fight
and the b***erfly knife,
it was the first night she spent
with that one guy she liked.
She gave him a ride
to some kid's house in Cleveland.
He stayed there for two weeks.
The cops finally found him.
He didn't seem that different,
except for the blood on his jacket.
He didn't seem that different,
except for maybe his haircut.
He didn't seem much different.
They didn't seem that different,
up until this one little incident.
They didn't seem much different...
Now, the cops wanna question
everyone present.
They parade every townie in town
through the station,
but no one says nothing,
and they can't find the weapon.
The girl takes the stand,
and she swears she was with him-
her father's lawyers do most of the talking.
She's sick of the questions,
sick of the concept
of justice and fairness.
Who the hell cares
who gets caught in the middle?
She smokes and she ponders this riddle:
When one townie falls in the forest,
can anyone hear it?
When one townie falls...
when one townie falls in the forest,
does anyone notice?
One drop of blood,
an immaculate kiss...
Mom, do you know where your girl is?
A sophomore accomplice
in a turtleneck sweater...
Dad, do you know where your kids are?
Sniffing at crystal in cute, little cars,
getting nailed against dumpsters,
behind townie bars.
It's a cute little town,
boutiques and cafes.
Her friends all seemed nice,
she was getting good grades,
but when she came home for Christmas,
she just seemed distant and different.
she'd park by the quarry,
walk into the woods
until she came to a clearing
where townies would gather
and drink until blackout,
smoke cigs till they're sick,
pack bowls, and then pass out.
Windows wide open
to let the hard rock in,
theirs was a rage
that didn't need much convincing.
The girls gave her glares,
but the boys were quite pleasant.
To be totally honest,
they didn't seem much different.
When there weren't any parties,
sometimes she'd party with townies.
Out on the parkways,
after the parties,
it was always arousing,
when they'd rev up their engines.
It's hard to describe,
so she kept it a secret.
The girls that she lived with,
they knew nothing about it.
The night with the fight
and the b***erfly knife,
it was the first night she spent
with that one guy she liked.
She gave him a ride
to some kid's house in Cleveland.
He stayed there for two weeks.
The cops finally found him.
He didn't seem that different,
except for the blood on his jacket.
He didn't seem that different,
except for maybe his haircut.
He didn't seem much different.
They didn't seem that different,
up until this one little incident.
They didn't seem much different...
Now, the cops wanna question
everyone present.
They parade every townie in town
through the station,
but no one says nothing,
and they can't find the weapon.
The girl takes the stand,
and she swears she was with him-
her father's lawyers do most of the talking.
She's sick of the questions,
sick of the concept
of justice and fairness.
Who the hell cares
who gets caught in the middle?
She smokes and she ponders this riddle:
When one townie falls in the forest,
can anyone hear it?
When one townie falls...
when one townie falls in the forest,
does anyone notice?
One drop of blood,
an immaculate kiss...
Mom, do you know where your girl is?
A sophomore accomplice
in a turtleneck sweater...
Dad, do you know where your kids are?
Sniffing at crystal in cute, little cars,
getting nailed against dumpsters,
behind townie bars.
It's a cute little town,
boutiques and cafes.
Her friends all seemed nice,
she was getting good grades,
but when she came home for Christmas,
she just seemed distant and different.