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joe and hayden - catcher in the rye lyrics

2 o’clock
i pull up to the hotel
sallys late
but she lookin fine as h-ll
i let it slide
so we can hook up on ride
her lips taste so waxy
i never wanna leave this taxi
we get out and walk away
during the play all i can think
is these actors are corney
but i pretend i like it cuz im h-rny
at the intermission sally was on a mission
flirting with george
trying to forge connection
then we skating and i can’t help but to give sallys -ss an inspection
i hate new york
i hate these phonies
sally we’ll run t vermont and then u can truly know me
i disagree says sally
i leave her there
just like everyone else
she doesn’t care

life’s hard when you are sixteen
it’s nothing like a dream
i just wanna scream

i left the rink
thirsty i go get a drink
got milk at the drugstore
i was just so bored
wanted to call jane
but i was scared of the pain
i don’t wanna get rejected
so i protected myself
sidetracked myself into thinking
about the show off jane had been clinging to
eventually i got the guts
i called her
no response the whole idea was nuts
i then call my dog luce
invited him for a sip of the ol juice
with time to k!ll
i go to a show for a quick thrill
the christmas spectacular
followed by a quick flick
both made me sick
so dip
to the wick

life’s hard when you are sixteen
it’s nothing like a dream
i just wanna scream

at the bar i sip champagne
im just tryin to ease my pain
sitting there lonely
but my boy luce the phony pulls up
half a drink in my cup i know what i have to say next
i ask him all about s-x
he suggests i need a psycho-n-lysis
but i just wanna know about a girls -n-s’
i ask him if he’s ever been -n-lyzed
he leaves
i order a drink of the biggest size
after a while i’m hammered
i staggered into a phone booth
i shoot sally a call
it didn’t go well
and now her grandma wants a brawl
strike one
i ask the singer valencia
her rejection was a piercing stinger
strike 2
i give the hat check girl a whirl
strike 3
i’m out
out to central park
trying to find them ducks
i break phoebe’s record
life sucks
its brick
definitely don’t want to get sick
thinking about six feet under
like my brother

life’s hard when you are sixteen
it’s nothing like a dream
i just wanna scream

low on dough
i decide to go
back home
hopefully phoebe’s alone
i convince the man at the elevator
that i’m just visiting and i’ll leave later
i move slow
as it tiptoe
in the room of d.b
lays phoebe
so peaceful
so young a feeble
i wake her
she couldn’t be happier
she’s beaming with energy
i’m still feeling that hennessy
after the comotion i see a change in her emotion
she realized im home early
but i had to see my girly
dads gonna k!ll you
dads gonna k!ll you
she realizes i have gone rouge
i step outside and roast a bogue

- joe and hayden lyrics

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