Head crash – I can’t see you
Spit teeth – I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I’ve learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don’t you follow me?
Street brash – time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash – feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don’t you follow me?