Born in a far-off land. A nation of heat and sand. A father who ruled by force. A mother who said, of course. A nation of fearful men. And women afraid of them.
We need to relax (it's not a big deal). We cannot relax (it's such a big deal). The power couple's coming around. A friend of a friend (of a friend of a friend).
I'll admit that I'm in need. Not the cocaine Not the weed. Just Look at me, look at me, look at me. You don't have to Hold my hand. You don't have to like my band.
You get the runaround from him. The runaround from her. The runaround, around, around. You get the put you down from him. The put you down from her. They always, always put you down.
the places, they all look the same. . ill dive in, ill save you again. but friendship has limits you know. so how long, how far will you go. so many bridges in the world to jump off of.
Unlit streets and alleys, I don't care. I will stroll as if I'm on the Cote d'Azur. Muggers, pimps, and bangers everywhere. I don't feel the danger though I'm told it's there.
[Verse 1]. Words are in my head but I can't enunciate them clearly. Headphones on your head, they prevent a chance to even try. Some might find me borderline attractive from afar.