Stuck Lucky Follow

The flies they're all sleeping the flies don't wake up the flies the fires are in my eyes the driver screwdriver in your thighs eat your soul like a reaper from the skies hating all your parents for spitting you out

raging in the morning getting sick in the evening grabbing my board and ride it past bleeding pizza in the morning and beer in the evening raging on your weed and thrashing on your women i say fuck this hippie shit i won't apologize for the way that i was born man i was born to ride i know you've heard this shit before but the pigs won't let me grind if i'm rolling down the street or smoking in the alley the pigs the pigs yeah they won't let me ride the pigs the pigs yeah they won't let it fly fuck this redneck shit man i won't apologize for the way that i was born i was born to ride