And this is all – relax
There is no time to relapse
Take it green – take it blue

And with the world in his hands
Where there were fields now there’s land
We made it here, made it this time

Because I can’t picture a day when we was
Born with nothing to say
I guess I knew that he would freak out
Thinking about old times
Thinking about old times

And with the world in his ass!