It's bad.
It's bad.
Tell me, how far will we travel in?
I just can't believe, this I can't believe.
How much money will I shovel in?
I just can't believe, this I can't believe.
Roseanne sends me right in Cappadocia.
I
don't wanna go, and I told you so.
Did I overdose on super glue?
This is happening,
always happening, always.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike,
deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike,
deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Searching for a proper landing zone.
Smells like victory,
satisfactory.
Turning over each and every stone.
Somewhere has to be, pleasure factory.
Blowing on my horn of cherry cone.
Soon the walls will collapse, river flows below.
Fishing just to catch some radley bone.
Some of this will be, changing history,
always.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike,
deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Kids bike.
Kids bike.
Kids bike,
deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Kids bike, deeply to black.
Long as your friends need parts, my bro does.
Kids bike,
deeply to black.
And we will all get drunk like soldiers.
Kids bike.
Oh, kids bike.
Mm-hmm.
Kids bike.