Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun
With a ligther and some hairspray
Smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody
Maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some
Now we look back and see that she didn't know how

Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road
Outside the Kmart rolling around in them to see
If you would get prickled, slip the acid on your tongue
Rooftop mall parkade, we couldn't get enough
Then count the stars and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe judging each other