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Testo To Catch A Tiger
Testo To Catch A Tiger
"Engine number 9 going down the Chicago line engine off the track, do you want your money back?"
We waited all year for this time to come around.
We didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close.
"Y-e-s spells yes, not because you're dirty, not becasue you're clean, just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine."
I'M IT!
My head against the tree, I start to count 1,2,3...
This is what life's all about.....
"Ready or not-" I'm interrupetd.
My head against the sidewalk.
Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do.
A laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze.
I became the gangs soccerball, kicked around for their enjoyment.
Their laughing became deafening,
The memories became scarring.
And all they could do was watch.
The gang, they swung at will, Pounding my pals for the thrill.
But it was the laughs that buried into me.
I leaned up against the tree,
Had my pals holding my head,
We all sat there and weeped.
Why am I not hididng, why am i not seeking, why am i cut open, the nights filled with shreiking.
Give my hididng spot away, I'm done for today.
Give me a few years, then tell em to come back and play.
We waited all year for this time to come around.
We didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close.
"Y-e-s spells yes, not because you're dirty, not becasue you're clean, just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine."
I'M IT!
My head against the tree, I start to count 1,2,3...
This is what life's all about.....
"Ready or not-" I'm interrupetd.
My head against the sidewalk.
Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do.
A laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze.
I became the gangs soccerball, kicked around for their enjoyment.
Their laughing became deafening,
The memories became scarring.
And all they could do was watch.
The gang, they swung at will, Pounding my pals for the thrill.
But it was the laughs that buried into me.
I leaned up against the tree,
Had my pals holding my head,
We all sat there and weeped.
Why am I not hididng, why am i not seeking, why am i cut open, the nights filled with shreiking.
Give my hididng spot away, I'm done for today.
Give me a few years, then tell em to come back and play.
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