Late at night I get around Pedal 'round this Lonesome town On a bicycle
I want to ride my bike with Mike across the country I'll record the package's music, yeah, I'll burn a set on CD Some will complain, though duh, it's
Zij rijdt met de brommer En ik rijd met de fiets Wat een zorg en kommer Zij heeft alles en ik niets Had ik maar een brommer En had zij een fiets Dan
Neulich bin ich mit hundertzwanzig Auf meinem Fahrrad 'rumgefahr'n Und wie immer konnt' ich nur hoffen Die Polizei haelt mich nicht an Denn dann muesst
[Intro:] Eh, Gyal Mi nuh wah nuh borin fuck Mi nuh wah nuh borin wine Mi nuh wah nuh borin wine Move yuh clothes an fuck pon di line, But mi nuh wah nuh
I have a wife and together we live In a very small room Yesterday she lost, her car broke down And now I ride a bicycle You say, I told you so You were
I'm the only boy left in town today. it's time, I'm gonna leave my burdens down I'm on my way to heaven with the devil, he's on my side. bicycle, you
Imagine a town, which i dont undertstand your attraction, drug town, yeah, in a small town, i get pushed around in your town, Why should i lose her to
mother woke up last night from a dream that made her scream, and she knows its because she's lost her love for her boy, who's leaving in the morning
I ran home from school and threw my books on the table And I turned on the TV, it was those days before cable Got the national news on channels 3,
I'm in love with imperfection, some how i know that you are too. that's how I know you wont be offended when i tell you that's the reason I'm in love
Punk rock is dying or it's dead and we all know it. It doesnt make any sense arguing about it, and even if we did, that's it it would be is an arguement
I can see your house from here, at night it lights up the whole hill. The taxie driver know where to take me. To Your house, we drive by your house
Looks like we both lost the battle before we won the war, but isnt that we both came here looking for? it isnt how we wanted the end to end, but now
we made out in a dumpster behind the thrift store. we had plans, i guess you could say that we failed them. These tattoos are forever. It's gonna snow
This is what i want, I want all the punks to take to the streets playing their guitars. This is what i want [x2] This is what i want, Black kids and
one of the stars in your eyes has gone out, so we lay back on the rooftop late at night in hopes that a shooting star might take root in the hole in
Johnny, how's the Navy? I hear you're doing well. Didn't you get trained to fly those fighter planes? They'll send you to kosovo in a week or two. Johnny