| there goes my brother i know from my childhood. | |
| there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now. | |
| too emberassing!it's too emberassing. | |
| i want to greet him,but i don't know how... | |
| in kindergarten we shared everything, | |
| we were family forever. | |
| kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground, | |
| parents hated us but we didn't care. | |
| the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up... | |
| we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!). | |
| but that is long ago,you don't know me no more.. | |
| but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones. | |
| yo,should i greet,should i not? | |
| should i speak,should i not? | |
| should i let him pass me by? | |
| but what if he doesn't recognize my face? | |
| i'm his brother from bakk in the days! | |
| yo,should i run,should i hide? | |
| should i jump on the side? | |
| should i let him walk away? | |
| maybe it's better, | |
| but i will never know if i dont even try... | |
| hey... | |
| there goes my brother i know from my childhood. | |
| there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now. | |
| too emberassing!it's too emberassing. | |
| i want to greet him,but i don't know how... |