Disneyland Jail

I was a good kid

Tried not to lie much

But there are some things

You don’t tell mom and dad

Like the bottle in the brown bag

And the Ziploc baggy

I got from the bikers

I worked with downtown

They thought I was older

Cause I worked the night shift

Emptying jukeboxes for Mongols MC

Never ride dirt bikes

Tripping on mushrooms

Through the Dangermond's orchards

In the middle of the night

Never climb the water tower

Drunk as shit on vodka

You just might end up in the county morgue

We ate all the mushrooms

In the Disneyland parking lot

Dale had a puffy down jacket

Put the vodka up one sleeve

He looked like a body builder

But only on one side

So we rolled up a t-shirt

Put it up the other sleeve

Never take mushrooms

And ride on Space Mountain

You just might end up in Disneyland jail

Never drink vodka

Pass out on the monorail

You just might end up in Disneyland jail

Then you get older

Have some teenagers

You say “Oh my God please don't do the shit that I did”\

Stay in the chess club

Run for student council

Keep playing clarinet in the marching band

Never take mushrooms

And ride on Space Mountain

You just might end up in Disneyland jail

Never drink vodka

And pass out on the monorail

You just might end up in Disneyland