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Kid
Where you headed? What’s up?
You head out to work with two or three,
And you get fired up: fear
When you start to talk,
You’re shaking like an earthquake.
And you don’t think about that day when you won’t have any gums left,
Kid, what’s it gonna be...
And who do you think you are?
Little wild sparrow thinking you’re the tough guy,
You can’t be God.
Not sure if you got the memo: gold is just a stretch and tasteless,
And you don’t think about that day, that’s your philosophy!
Kid, what’s it gonna be...
And who do you think you are?
Little wild sparrow thinking you’re the tough guy,
You can’t be God.
Not sure if you got the memo: gold is just a stretch and tasteless,
And you don’t think about that day, that’s your philosophy!
Kid, what’s it gonna be...
Where you headed? What’s up?
You head out to work with two or three,
And you get fired up: fear
When you start to talk,
You’re shaking like an earthquake.
And you don’t think about that day when you won’t have any gums left!
Kid, what’s it gonna be?
