get over here bitch, a secret will be told
´bout a cold hearted man, got the seventies killed
and I don´t wanna know, why lennon had got to go
dreamin´ my dream of a pontiac
rock´n´roll history, a rollin´ bad
and I don´t wanna know what it saw with ten years old
well, gimme a weapon, gimme stones to throw...
dreamin´my dream of a pontiac
rock´n´roll history, a rollin´bad
and I don´t wanna know what it saw with ten years old
when I look back to these days my eyes are gettin´ wet
I can´t imagine a man willin´ to shoot jesus dead
and I don´t wanna know, how five bullets could change the world
well, gimme a weapon, gimme stones to throw...
and I will kill the man, shot lennon 25 years ago
keep on... do your shcool and get a job
that´s all my mom n daddy pray
keep it straight, that´s what I say
I´ll never gonna change my way.
i´d like cheerleaders datin´ highschoolbands
but the trumpets weren´t a good bait
so I started to play a guitar, did well, to
get it up on my way
there was a sort of lord, though to kill
a great god brought a gun brought from
a lil´ weapon shop
catcher in the rye, sigh, lay down n cry
in ya eyes he died in mine he´s still alive
I would kill u too my true heart is blue
voices say do that´s what they said to you
should I listen to what they told ya?
fuck you; I won´t do what they told ya!