It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey
I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin