Bring 'Em In

Alright

I’ve gotta climb this mountain, yeah

I’ll deal with you later

If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough

I am better of dead

I’m rolling high and I’ll be gone for tommorrow

So copying styles if you’re the “one of a kind”

Oh Yeah

Alright

Oh Yeah

So copying styles that you’re the “one of a kind”

Oh yeah

Alright

Tough looking star

Painted in black

Smoothed in white cream

Sing lazy songs

Lyrics haven’t been the same without it yeah

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon

I will comfort me

WIth saying that I’m just a “one of the kind”

Oh Yeah

Alright

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon

You may comfort me by saying that you’re all by a tune

and you will say

I wonder what’s so wrong about it

I wonder what’s so happy about it

I want it now and you will never be alive

I want it now and you were never my kind

so cry at night when the band pullet out