Lyrics Weapons - Dad Rocks!

Weapons

Theres a cellphone tucked under your pillow
It makes me junk-sleep
And it doesnt do a thing for growth hormones or dreams.
You hear a ringtone but its just an electronic bleat.
It makes you junk-sleep
And the phantom-phone rings on, until we fall asleep at dawn.
Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?
Ill build a big fat wall, Ill build it 20 feet tall.
And when we awake its vampire-time,
and Ill know you for real
And then late at night, when its drunk-dial time
Ill tell you how I feel.
Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?
Ill build a big fat wall, Ill build it 20 feet tall
The kids have found a weapon that will change the balance of power
The kids have found a weapon, that adults cant hear with their aging ears
That adults cant hear with their aging years
I need a key to your tolerance-room
where you keep all your books I assume