Number Twelve Looks Like You To Catch A Tiger
To Catch A Tiger
"engine engine number 9 going down Chicago line engine off the
track, do you want your money back?
we waited all year for this time to come around.
we didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close
"Y-e-s spells yes, not because your dirty, not because you're clean,
just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine."
I'M IT.
My head against the tree, i start to count 1-2-3...
this is what life's all about...
"ready or not..." I'm interrupted.
my head thrown against the sidewalk.
Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do.
A laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze.
I became the gangs soccer ball, kicked around for their enjoyment.
their laughing became deafening,
the memories became scarring,
and all they could do was watch.
the gang, they swung at will
pounding my pals for the thrill
but it was the laughs that buried into me
I leaned up against the tree,
had my pals holding my head.
we all sat there and weeped.
why am i not hiding, why am i not seeking,
why am i cut open, the night filled with shrieking.
give my hiding spot away, I'm done for the today.
give me a few years,
then tell em to come back and play.
