Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
When you grab a hold of me
You tell me that I’ll never be set free
I swim but wish I never learned
The water’s too polluted with germs
Two pints of booze
Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too?
Ain’t got no time to get old
Lord knows I’m weak