Текст песни greaser - Rev

Shirt tucked, fly fit
Big rings, hair slicked
I′m that new boy in the neighborhood
Impala 66'
Headlights bright white
Living in the night, yeah
Yellow stitching on my black boots, belt tight
Yuh, yuh
Shirt tucked, fly fit
Big rings, hair slicked
I′m that new boy in the neighborhood
Impala '66
Headlights bright white
Living in the night, yeah
Yellow stitching on my black boots, belt tight
Yuh
Night fall catch me when I fall
Catch me a break
You never answer when I call
Ay, Converse '88
Vintage like my black shades
Don′t forget the name ′cause the boy ain't got a face
Yuh, boy ain′t got no face
He don't wanna feel no pain
Why that boy ain′t got no face?
Yuh, ain't got nothing on his plate
Eyes shut, keep ′em out
Demons up like a a cloud
Keep my self, real down
In my ear, real loud
She said, "Run away"
I would never listen
Walking up then bang bang
She said, "Baby, put yo' gun away"
Flowers in the crime scene
Hope no one saw me
No, don't you follow me
Caught me in my white tee
Was the new kid in town with some problems
Crashed from a high, nosedived rock bottom
Yuh, yuh
Shirt tucked, fly fit
Big rings, hair slicked
I′m that new boy in the neighborhood
Impala ′66
Headlights bright white
Living in the night, yeah
Yellow stitching on my black boots, belt tight, yuh
Night fall catch me when I fall
Catch me a break
You never answer when I call
Ay, Converse '88
Vintage like my black shades
Don′t forget the name 'cause the boy ain′t got a face
Shirt tucked, fly fit
Big rings, hair slicked
I'm that new boy in the neighborhood
Impala ′66
Headlights bright white
Living in the night, yeah
Yellow stitching on my black boots, belt tight, yuh