I was a kid with a plastic gun
When I saw you dance with your friends in your 501s
Then you pointed your finger and you lifted your thumb And you blew me away
My eyes were disguised by the lights in the sky
But I saw you smile as I and died
the picture
the carnival mother’s lectures
I it
were I needed
I the at the point
When kicked out for passing the bottle
We were barely annoyed
And as we the begun
gave the end
the
picture
the carnival
mother’s lectures
I it
were I needed
were the I needed
alcohol
cups, dance halls
and reds and and blues
I was a kid with a plastic gun
When I saw you dance with your friends in your 501s
the
picture
the carnival
mother’s lectures
I it
were I needed
were the I needed
were I needed
were the I needed