But I’ve paid too much Without the love’s touch We’ll have to be our own policeman
So sick of watching [?] like a weak man I needed the trigger in my own hand Crack his spine his spine Your life for the very first time
Who else gets to be king of wood in my neighborhood Who else gets to be rattled back with the help of the pack Who fell? The neighborhood fell It sounds that we’ll never get a grip and Splish splash, can’t find cash Splish splash, can’t find cash
Splish splash, splish splash
Splish splash, splish splash
Who else gets to be king of wood in my neighborhood Who else gets to be rattled back with the help of the pack