Catch 22 - Keasby Nights Lyrics
It was the summer of '95In the backyard, shaving the old pliesFeeling so strong, something went wrongStraight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so longI still remember that day, like the day that I saidThat I swear I'll never hurt myself againBut it seems that I'm deemed to be wrongTo be wrong, to be wrong, got to keep holding onThey always played a slow songWhen they come for me, I'll be sitting at my deskWith a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vestSinging, "My, my, my, how the time does flyWhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night"I still remember when we were young and fragile thenNo one gave a shit about us 'cause times were tougher thenFeeling so good, cruising the hoodStraight into the real world, rich kids never understoodBut I don't care, I can fade away to anywhereDon't stop 'cause you might get droppedAnd if you do, who's going to pick you up?Well I won't, well I won'tThey always played a slow songWhen they come for me, I'll be sitting at my deskWith a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vestSinging, "My, my, my, how the time does flyWhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night today"When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my deskWith a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vestSinging, "My, my, my, how the time does flyWhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night"When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my deskWith a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vestSinging, "My, my, my, how the time does flyWhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night"When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my deskWith a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vestMy, my, my, how the time does flyWhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night today
