It was the summer of '95 (so what?) in the backyard shaving the old plies feeling so strong something went wrong straight into my finger what a stinger it was so long I still remember that day like the day that I said that I swear "i'll never hurt myself again" but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong to be wrong to be wrong I've got to keep holding on... they always played a slow song.
When they come for me I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night
say hey I still remember when we were young and fragile then no one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then feeling so good cruising the hood straight into the real world rich kids never understood but I don't care I can fade away to anywhere don't stop because you might get dropped and if you do who's going to pick you up well I won't... they always played a slow song
When they come for me I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night say hey
When they come for me I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night
When they come for me I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night
When they come for me I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night say heyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
