Back up, train down, staring tently, find something to focus on, you're on my train
and this ride is so bizarre, this is my locomotive, so all aboard, people are falling asleep,
and all aboard.
Now I grew up a sad boy and who would have thunk it, couldn't have been a bluer young
kid, getting fatty and Mr. Christie on the Chesterfield, every broad viewed me as a dude
with no sense of guilt, I had comics so no need to pass the hanky, thought Wade Wilson
could beat Frank Castle, frankly, used to think that Leslie Nielsen was hilarious, he's
still hilarious, but went through that really weird period, first kiss was from a chick
named Jane, in preschool, even then, no chick was a saint, and drew attention to themselves
just to get in your brain, thinking they're the queens sparking your interest for things,
I would cut class from kindergarten, y 'all and run immediately home to watch Jerry the
King all up, fast forward to college, never flunked one test, always slept on a couch
at St. Patrick in Dundas West, moved to Hyde Park with T -Bot and Ben, with no job, still
hoping that the green would come in, I need paper quick, and since I hurt Balut, I'm working
with Game Records, it's the perfect union, staring tently, find something to focus on,
you're on my train, and this ride is so bizarre, this is my locomotive, so all aboard, people
are falling asleep, and all are bored.
