Banging Camp

Holly wore a string around her finger
Oh she said it helps her to remember all the nights that we got over
Besides, it ties her outfit all together
Holly wore a string around her finger

There are strings attached to every single lover
But they still can't even tether us together
Listen to the back of the theater, I think they really love one another
There are strings attached to every single lover

When they say great white sharks, they mean the kind in big black cars
When they say killer whales, they mean they whaled on him, 'til they killed him up in penetration park

Holly wore a cross to ward them off
She said if they think you're a Christian, then, they won't bring in the dogs
And if they think you're a Catholic, then, they'll want to meet your boss
Holly wore a cross to ward them off

Yeah, there's camps down by the banks of the river
And it's sketchy in the night, but they mostly lay low in the light
Hey sweet recovery, come on, won't you wade into the water with me?
Uh, you know, there's camps down by the banks of the river

When they say black and tans, you know they mean the kind from the cans
We don't got time to mix it all together, I'm a very busy man, man

She said, "I dig those awkward silences, 'cause I grew up in denial and went to school in Massachusetts
And he said, "Hi, I like to party on the problem blocks, and I can't stand it when the banging stops"

I saw her at the party pit
Yes, she was shaky, but still trying to shake it
Half naked, and three-quarters wasted
She was completely alone

And I saw him at the riverbank
He was breaking bread, and giving thanks with crosses made of pipes and planks
Leaned up against the nitrous tanks

And he said, "Take a hit, old your breath, and I'll dunk your head
Then when you wake up again
Yeah, you'll be high as hell, and born again"

Yeah, there's strings attached to every single lover
Well, there's strings attached to every single lover