It was the summer of 95 (so what!)

In the backyard, shaving the old plies

Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)

Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long

I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear

"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong

To be wrong, to be wrong

Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.


When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing

"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die

By the end of the night." And said hey


I still remember when we were young and fragile then. 

No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then. 

Feeling so good (good!) cruisin' the hood (hood!) 

straight into the real world where rich kids never understood. 

But I don't care. 

I can fade away to anywhere don't stop 

because you might get dropped 

and if you do who's going to pick you up 

well I won't, well I won't...

they always played a slow song.


When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing

"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die

By the end of the night." And said hey


When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing

"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die

By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY