Standard (EADGBE)

There's a bigass hole out in the backyard

And it seems to be getting bigger everyday

Well this land that is owned by a stranger

Sends the taste of fear right through my brain

Now the rain, it could come and fill it up

full of water

Where the rocks can skip as the fish can school

as the sun reflects as it sets

Or the trucks they could come and they could

fill it up full of concete

Where the cars would park and the buses will unload

Chorus

If it's water I'll swim it, if you pave it I will skate it

In the middle of the night

If you're gonna sell chicken

I pray to hell you cook/do it right

Gas station I will fill it or a bar I would swill it

Or maybe an alley to both

Bigass crater in the backyard

I hope that you stay a hole

Ain't nothing like bumper-to-bumper traffic

When the clock is ticking and you've got some place to go

Well you grind your teeth

and you crush and squeeze your to go cup

Ain't nothing but crap that's on the radio

Road rage will be eliminated

As the walking distance is so very underrated

And my belly, hopefully, will be deflated

I wish I knew just what it was going to be

Chorus

Let's fire up the truck and go out and do us some doughnuts

Take advantage of that space while it's still there

You just turn the wheel and stomp your heel to the floor

Hold your left hand out the window with that lit flare

Ain't it strange that the change is inevitable

Open range is rearranged and become sellable

And my brain is deranged with the unthinkable

I wish I had a couple of mil so I could set things right

Chrous

Bigass crater in the backyard

I hope that you stay a hole