Justine Songtext
von The Hextalls

We took an airplane
All the way to Baltimore with a girl named
Something that you′d have to ask my band mates
She stayed in the house with us for three days
And she named it the Canadian Embassy

Oh oh, it's hard to breathe
Oh oh, it′s hard to sleep
In the Baltimore heat

The next day
She didn't hang out with us because we're lame
Jeremy flipped off a tourist bus from the doorway
Then we met the Pop Punk board for crab cakes
I had a chicken sandwhich it wasn′t too bad


Oh oh, the time that we had
Oh oh, except for the girl on the couch named Justine

Justine Justine
Did you piss your pants or is it sweat and mold?
Hang out with me
And help brag about all the merch we sold
It′s hard to believe that your pervert mustache is just a joke

Before we leave, it made me sick that you kept your jeans in the freezer
You fucking kept your jeans in the freezer
Why did you keep your jeans in the freezer?
Kept your jeans in the freezer
You fucking kept your jeans in the freezer

It made me sad
Just ask my band about the girl I named...