Tribeca Jumpstart
I had to jumpstart the car to get away from
your mother and her hands, your mother and her demands
I had to jumpstart the car to get away from
your father, your sister, your brother and the pain that
runs in your blood
But I’m on your side, I’m on yours,
I’m on your side, I’m on yours
Then the car broke down and your psychopathic boyfriend
chased me to foot through the woods
(did you see the size of that knife?)
And now I had to make a fast, a fast decision, should I
turn left,
left or right? I turned left
(Well your boyfriend he turned left)
But I’m on your side, I’m on yours,
I’m on your side, I’m on yours
