Frontside air - you beef. backside air- you beef. ollie pop - you beef. can't get up - you bleed. . skateboard is all I do. skateboard I'm better than you.
Music & Lyrics by Brian Brannon. . Mister secret agent man. Running around the globe. He carries a knife and dagger. He carries a gun and sword. . Don't ask him who is he fighting.
I was just a thug on the street. then I got a uniform it looks real neat. drafted into the nazi police. looking for a sadistic release. I'll cruise the streets looking for trouble.
Verse 1. Somebody comes around, and they bring me down. they bring me down. Somebody comes along, and they treat me wrong. they treat me wrong. Somebody's always causing me, constant agony.
I want to lock you up 'cause I can't sleep at night. Oh, sunshine, sunshine. When the food tastes best and the girls wear less. Sunshine. It's so cold outside, I don't even want to get out.
Why did you look at me like that. Why did you have to do that for. It's hard to remember. I remember I used to be so sure. The back row's heading for house now.
Time flies when you're having fun. Until you're too young to be old and too old to be young. It's begun. Beyond amazed, my old heart starts to fade. My old friends at my high school.
My heart just skipped a beat. Though we can hardly speak. And you're too young for me. I loved you from the start. . Remember when we met. Dark except for where you sat.
All the birds in the cage, where did they go?. Are they free in the woods? or are they rotting. On the ground, fallen down, wings trimmed, broken?. Did they try to claim the sky? Have they forgotten?.
I've got a secret. And I want to tell you. You might already know. I know you say it's not a secret anymore. But I've been keeping this secret from me.
Hey, hey, hey, tell me did you find your way?. There's a lot of things you've done I'd damn you for. . From finger to finger, from head to toe. I do hope you're alright.
You see her dancing out on the floor Sunday you need love Monday be alone. you wanna wanna wanna have her like before Sunday you need love Monday be alone.
The wood was ?? (engraved), oh when I get home. He's stealing my shit, oh. There was that house, why is there blood in my hand (incoherent talking afterwards).
Can't feel my head, my heart?. Everything aches and I can't cure it. Imagine being afraid to think. Sink into to the ground, endure it. . I'm mad enough to kill and thrilled.
Do I have to ask ya, to cut the cackle, 'bout a snake in a south mouth, or a cooter canal path. Milky home cookin' and ashake in the shackle, like anervously calm noose.
Are you jealous, still super zealous?. Do you miss it or kiss and dismiss it?. Do you get the guest list. Maybe the second best list. Or are you lining up with all the rest list?.
If everything I know is wrong. Then it's high time I moved on. Cleanse myself of my mistakes. Be new to the world and celebrate it. . Up from the ashes I'm.
She was eager but a bit afraid. Like a fish she squirmed around. She had to tell herself to try to settle down. But as the crowd poured in. She was overwhelmed by them.
In my life, there's a right time. And a right place. There is order. There is method. . Well, you know where. There is routine, nothing spare. Catch the light in a different way.