check my new jam i'm bringing. when i'm done with you your ears will be ringing. i bring the rock hard..slinging bad ass riffs. that'll cut you til you're stinging.
I warned you that the tank was low. Shoulda stopped for gas 10 miles ago. Back in Prairie Grove. Now we're stuck, just our luck. It's too hot to say I told you so.
To my first pony, Cherry Pie,. from the little girl you taught to fly,. to the sun.. To Mrs. Thorton, from third grade,. I remember all the times you'd stay,.
On the floor now, on the floor now. Started again, it started again. Close the door now, close the door now. Won't you let me in, won't you let me in.