The Kid
Tribeca
It's been years since we first met,
it's been years since our good days,
oh the years got us both,
the kid grew a moustache,
the moustache grew a conscience,
the conscience grew a man
Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out, oh yeah I rip it out
The kid learned a lesson
cut in half and then measured a cynical soul, a cynical haircut
Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out
The kid, a cynical haircut
Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out
Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out
The kid, a cynical haircut
whatever you put
The kid, a cynical haircut
Whatever you put (into my heart)
The kid, a cynical haircut
whatever you put (into my heart)
The kid, a cynical haircut