Bang - Sir Sly

I’d love to never think again

'Bout money, 'bout a purpose, 'bout my friends

I’m not finding any joy in comparison

Everywhere I look another dead end

Only, only good boys

That’s a rat race like they give us no choice

We could die young, what are we waiting for?

Not getting outside, when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Everthing’s on fire bad luck

While we stadning line on the circle

Got Mr. Die-Long-Time-Ago

Still not getting outside when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Could you tell me anything’s more American?

I’m telling everybody that they should stay out politics

Only pointing out the fire and the smoke

This soft kick

Only, only good boys

That’s a rat race like they give us no choice

We could die young, what are we waiting for?

Not getting outside, when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

When we could bang down the door

It’s getting harder every day to keep a

Everything’s on fire world’s oblivion