Marty was a punk rocker
he went to all the shows
patches on Swiss Army pants
and two rings in his nose
he had an old Nash Rambler
no insurance, not much gas
and a dancing hula girl that bobbled on the dash
feeling kind of stupid
one day he broke down
he drove his ugly car to the edge of town
he sunk it in the quarry
just because he could
and 'cause the rear defroster never worked too good
Marty where you going
whatcha going to?
what's the point in not conforming
if it changes you?
when this world runs out of answers
would you even know?