I've been thinking about. How you've been messing around. Why do you get your kicks from hurting me?. . I've tried on giving you up. But now it's time to stop.
Keep your jacket on, my friend. Don't feel down. There's so many things to do round here. Let me show you around. But stay late and. Then we're out the door.
Miles from home, my style's grown. Sick a game played like a zylophone. My instrument is me with thousands of bones. Whiling, I just wanna zone. My mama knows.