it’s 1962 you learned to play the flute
you out the institute
now you in love shuwoop
i love love too but i’m no fool
i don’t settle for suckers
i done that already too many times ooouuu
i don’t respect your kind, you’re disgusting
you’re blind, you don’t win, you’re behind
feels like i’m buried, rage inside
bombs thrown im on the throne
there’s no hope in this wicked home
new years ima be here
but after thunder bolt
-laly