It was the summer of 95
(so what?)
in the backyard
shaving the old plies
feeling so strong
something went 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
I've got to keep holding on...
they always played a slow song.

When [bad word] 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

say hey 
I still remember when
we were young and fragile then
no one gave a [bad word] about us
because times were tougher then
feeling so good
 [bad word] the hood
straight into the real world
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...
they always played a slow song

When [bad word] 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
say hey

When [bad word] 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

When [bad word] 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

When [bad word] 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 
say hey