Dad Rocks! Weapons lyrics

There's a cellphone tucked under your pillow
It makes me junk-sleep
And it doesn't do a thing for growth hormones or dreams

You hear a ringtone but it's just an electronic bleat.
It makes you junk-sleep
And the phantom-phone rings on, until we fall asleep at dawn

Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?
I'll build a big fat wall, I'll build it 20 feet tall

And when we awake it's vampire-time,
and I'll know you for real
And then late at night, when it's drunk-dial time
I'll tell you how I feel


Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?
I'll build a big fat wall, I'll build it 20 feet tall

The kids have found a weapon that will change the balance of power
They download high-pitch ringtones, that adults can't hear with their aging ears
The kids have found a weapon, that adults can't hear with their aging ears
That adults can't hear with their aging years

I need a key to your tolerance-room
where you keep all your books I assume