Ive got this music in my head,
Ive got this hole in my chest,
Ive got this bird in my hands,
That looks like its been crushed to death.
But its a players game,
Any other wicked token,
Keep one beneath your tongue for when your best gets broken.
I swallowed my tongue,
I bided my time,
Trying to get just this one thing right,
By the book but the hook just sends Im shook,
God knows Ill always bite.
Cause part of the fun is the road rash (yeah)
Feeling the gravel go past (yeah)
And I don't care what they say,
Theres no such thing