Song | The Ramp |
Artist | Robbers on High Street |
Album | Grand Animals |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Trokan | |
In the late afternoon lull before Mom and D get home | |
I went out for a ride on my bicycle | |
Down to the corner on 15th Street | |
PJ and Goose sat looking beat | |
They said this ramp we made knows no defeat | |
So I laughed them down | |
Cause I thought I was a hot shot clown | |
Goose said "I don't mean to burst your bubble" | |
"Are you stepping on my style Goose? Oh man, trouble!" | |
He said, "I dare you." | |
I said, "Make it a double." | |
So I peddled back half a block away from that ramp | |
Yeah, I hit it so hard | |
I must have blacked out from the spill | |
'Cause I didn't even feel | |
My body roll underneath | |
That cabby's wheel | |
Now I wait to die in the hospital | |
Some sort of soft spot on my skull | |
While my parents write letter to Leo DiCaprio | |
They say my son doesn't have long to go | |
Some kind of soft spot on his skull | |
Three weeks before they pulled the plug | |
I got a photo op and a hug | |
Leo sat bedside | |
And trained his eyes | |
He said, "This one will surely lose another son that it never knew" | |
Man Leo felt it all the way |
zuo qu : Trokan | |
In the late afternoon lull before Mom and D get home | |
I went out for a ride on my bicycle | |
Down to the corner on 15th Street | |
PJ and Goose sat looking beat | |
They said this ramp we made knows no defeat | |
So I laughed them down | |
Cause I thought I was a hot shot clown | |
Goose said " I don' t mean to burst your bubble" | |
" Are you stepping on my style Goose? Oh man, trouble!" | |
He said, " I dare you." | |
I said, " Make it a double." | |
So I peddled back half a block away from that ramp | |
Yeah, I hit it so hard | |
I must have blacked out from the spill | |
' Cause I didn' t even feel | |
My body roll underneath | |
That cabby' s wheel | |
Now I wait to die in the hospital | |
Some sort of soft spot on my skull | |
While my parents write letter to Leo DiCaprio | |
They say my son doesn' t have long to go | |
Some kind of soft spot on his skull | |
Three weeks before they pulled the plug | |
I got a photo op and a hug | |
Leo sat bedside | |
And trained his eyes | |
He said, " This one will surely lose another son that it never knew" | |
Man Leo felt it all the way |
zuò qǔ : Trokan | |
In the late afternoon lull before Mom and D get home | |
I went out for a ride on my bicycle | |
Down to the corner on 15th Street | |
PJ and Goose sat looking beat | |
They said this ramp we made knows no defeat | |
So I laughed them down | |
Cause I thought I was a hot shot clown | |
Goose said " I don' t mean to burst your bubble" | |
" Are you stepping on my style Goose? Oh man, trouble!" | |
He said, " I dare you." | |
I said, " Make it a double." | |
So I peddled back half a block away from that ramp | |
Yeah, I hit it so hard | |
I must have blacked out from the spill | |
' Cause I didn' t even feel | |
My body roll underneath | |
That cabby' s wheel | |
Now I wait to die in the hospital | |
Some sort of soft spot on my skull | |
While my parents write letter to Leo DiCaprio | |
They say my son doesn' t have long to go | |
Some kind of soft spot on his skull | |
Three weeks before they pulled the plug | |
I got a photo op and a hug | |
Leo sat bedside | |
And trained his eyes | |
He said, " This one will surely lose another son that it never knew" | |
Man Leo felt it all the way |