I remember we were young and you said that I was done. [Incomprehensible]. And I rode out on the street, I was back up on my feet. Well, I was fighting the same old wars, had to even out the scores.
Sick boy in his faded blue jeans, sick boy. Black leather jacket seen, sick boy. Always in trouble with the law. Don't you know? Owayo, sick boy. . He carries a switchblade knife, sick boy.