4 acessos
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
So 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."
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." [x4]