paroles de chanson Bb Guns and Dirtbikes - The White Buffalo
We
were
ridin'
out
With
heads
in
the
sky
We
were
ten
and
twelve
and
thirteen
We
got
BB
guns
and
dirt
bikes
And
heads
full
of
crowded
dreams
We
always
won
In
the
hot
suburban
sun
We
were
kings
of
the
west
side
track
These
new
kids
over
cross
Slater
Street
Comin'
on
like
a
heart
attack
Mama
says
Where
are
ya
going?
And
when
will
you
be
comin'
home?
With
my
brother
and
my
memory
I'll
bring
my
history
home
Sealed
with
piss
and
with
pride
Through
the
streets
we
would
ride
Over
cracks
in
the
dirt
and
weeds
We'd
best
be
home
by
suppertime
Just
in
time
to
craft
a
scheme
If
you've
got
my
back
Here's
the
plan
of
attack
Listen
up
if
you
would
boys
please
We'll
hit
these
pussies
'round
midnight
And
roll
off
like
a
band
of
thieves
Mama
says
Where
are
ya
going?
And
when
will
you
be
comin'
home?
With
my
brother
and
my
memory
I'll
bring
my
history
home
Ooh
oh
ohh
oh
ohh
Ooh
oh
ohh
oh
ohh
Ooh
oh
ohh
oh
ohh
Ooh
oh
ohh
oh
ohh
With
quiverin'
eyes
And
our
fear
in
disguise
We
gathered
all
that
would
burn
in
the
breeze
We
hit
the
asphalt
howlin'
like
hellfire
Had
no
time
to
get
weak
in
the
knees
Under
the
cover
of
night
When
the
timing
was
right
Like
a
furious
army
of
three
We'd
light
up
the
sky
like
the
fourth
of
July
And
race
home
like
it
was
a
dream
And
Mama
yells
Where
have
ya
been?
And
where
the
hell
are
ya
comin'
from?
With
my
brother
and
my
memory
I'll
bring
my
victory
home
With
my
brother
and
my
memory
I'll
bring
my
history
home
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