Ride fucking free, forty below,. It's the car that kills the punk.. Pedal for momentum, feel the fucking vibe,. Blaze through traffic, burn the red, push my luck..
Take me back to those sweltering summer days.. Bike down the gravel road to the creek outside the base.. Sun on skinny arms, chin on knobby knees.. Squatting in the cool of the rotting of the reeds..
Another day of life, I was drifting off in thought. But I can't escape this nightmare very long.. Young girls flag the johns who troll the block in circles,.