Destructo Disk - Sockhead lyrics

Just got back from Philly
It's two A.M
I wonder how you're holding up
At your sister's house
We stopped by a record store on the way there
You didn't say much
Things were going through your head

Your brothers are in Delaware
You're alone in the city
In your mother's house
The one you called your second home
I'm sorry that she's gone
We don't have to talk about it
But you know you're always welcome to
Stay here in the basement

We listen to Weezer, I put in Pinkerton
Rivers Cuomo understands the situation
Celebrate your birthday two days ahead
Smoked a bunch of pot so you could


Get these thoughts out of your head
But you let them in

What's the point of being in a punk
Rock band without your best friend?
He always wears that stupid hat
I don't know what it's like
Under that sock head
Cancer is a bitch
Now I'm playing a show alone
He turns 19 years old today
At his mother's funeral

Just got off the phone with him
He's doing okay
Safe in Philadelphia with his
Philly cheese steaks
Cancer is a bitch
Just like your ex girlfriend
What's the point of punk rock
If you don't have your best friend