Gator Lyrics

Feet First Gator

Big ups to Mark Gator, the crazy 80’s sk8r who killed his girl when he was
dusted,
Busted, sometimes the ones you love cant be trusted.
The darker the picture the brighter the negative, lamping in CT amped off
ah sedatives, Westchester county, Southern Connecticut.
What happened to the scene?
Its f..cking dead again.

This was my hero’s growing up.
It’s no wonder why I’m f**ked up.
Before punk rock had a price tag.
20 cans of spray-paint in my book bag.
Smash my head against a wall.
Pop another Loratab and them I’m down for the fall.
Down for the fall. Down for the fall.
This was my hero’s growing up.