Nothing's going places too long to take sight
Walking in those alleys
Through the dark and through the light
Through that light
Those chicks get smaller almost every day
Lightning faces small time places
Checking faces places every night
In a lonely night
I hate it
Most kids can’t find any current ties
Will they live it up?
So they might find that they can climb
And give it up?
They spin and spin, and hit and hit
To get in tight
Maybe too tight?
Oh, I don't know
Will I give it up?