I need time to scrounge the rent,
need time to contemplate the accident
I got to drag my ass to now,
how did I come to stop here?
And oh I knew the gas was gone
but I had to rev the motor
Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor
Maybe I'll come down
She's on Laureate's turf,
she's on Laureate's side
She's in a better state,
she feels a better fire
And oh I dreamed a great parade,
shooting all the guns in Brooklyn
The man who had a spare held out two
and then you and then you took one
