Robbers On High Street

In the late afternoon love
Before mom and D get home
I went out for a ride on my bicycle
Down to corner on 15th street
PJ and Goose sat looking beat
They said this ramp we made
Knows no defeat

So I laughed 'em down
Cause a follower's a hot shot clown
Goose said I don't mean to burst your bubble
Are you stepping on my style Goose
Oh man, trouble
He said I dare you
I said make it a double

So I peddled back
Half a block away from that ramp
Yeah, I hit it so hard

I must have blacked out from the spill
'Cause I didn't even feel
My body roll underneath
The cabby's wheel

Now I wait to die in the hospital
Some sort of soft spot on my skull
While my parents write letter fo Leo DiCaprio
They say my son doesn't have long to go
Some sort of soft spot on his skull

Three weeks before they pulled the plug
We got a follow-up and a hug
Leo sat bedside
And trained his eyes
He said this one will surely lose
Another son that he never knew
Man Leo fell dead on the way

Things might change
Things might get better
So you drive off through the murky weather
Work it all to the bone
But feel sudden peace
With keys to the century

Could I be right?

So papa where you been?
I've been not that far
From Mercury to the mountains of Yefa
Creation's easy when there's love aplenty
When the bar's empty
You get to see how

Your baby teethes
You only fight for three
You want them all to know your name
Go back to baby
Please Mary, oh Michael do see

You want them all to know your name
Please Mary, oh Michael do see

No choices you've seen
Caught somewhere in between
You want them all to know your name
Oh your baby daddies
Mary, oh Michael do see

So do for me, I do for you
Fight this world as I need to

Shadow boxin' basement games
With Sunday boys on summer days

Technocratic business when
You're a glitch inside the satellite's skin

So do for me, I do for you
Fight this world as I need to

Cool, happy, right
Cool, happy, right

So do for me, I do for you
Fight this world as I need to

Married young, what's done is done
Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening
We started playing house too soon it seems
Our Swedish furnishings are splintering

But who am I to preach this game we play?
Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels
Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way
Our love so bold, incendiary and new
What are we to do?

So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear
Your mom and papa hold me dear
We make mistakes, we make mix tapes
Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise

Is there a sliding scale in hell?
Does the devil grade on a curve?
I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay
But your path will still remain economy, econo you

Married young, what's done is done
Married young, what's done is done

We're too young and we believe
We'll be our first, our only
We're too young, we peak too soon
Oh, what are we to do?

What are we to do?
What are we to do?

Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms
Through the viles and slips written in shaky hands
Through the piles of the costumes for the actor's guild
There finds one last favor to be filled

He'll disguise as a customer of good faith and age
And hang to dry other turncoats to be made
Bend your mind so he'll keep his family's pockets full
Vilify and you'll soon be swimming equivocal

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
The drug taylor's in town
So show yourself around

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll run right over you
In the Crown Victoria

So say goodbye
Take the short line to the park and ride
Don't look back just leave it all behind

Skin it down
His diamond eyes reflect the world at hand
Steal a ride kiss the magic ring of a crooked man

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
The drug taylor's in town
So show yourself around

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll run right over you
In the Crown Victoria

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
Don't wait till it all falls down
Get out while the getting's good

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll run right over you
In the Crown Victoria

I was down for the count
Down, never out
I was determined
But I couldn't catch a break
Always treading in the wake
Like I was afraid of it

So I gave up the fight
Let me fall where I might
And maybe I'm set to win
I quit action, I quit plan
Shook that big, invisible hand
And welcomed the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision
No more struggle, no decisions
Beyond your control
So give in and let go
Enter the Fatalist

Oh, we try so hard
Oh, we try, try so hard
To get out of this
What is behind it?
The omniscient it
Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist, the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision
No more struggle, no decisions
Beyond your control
Welcome the unknown
Yes, Fatalist

Past passions pass right by me
now it's ashes on the balcony
You didn't want me to forget you

And it's easy living in Tree City
Don't wake the Dutchess while she's sleeping
You didn't want me to forget you

And it's easy living in Tree City
Where you looking for me?
You didn't want me to forget you

Written in the sky along the miles you drive in the day
Where they have the time to find the simple pleasures
In taking your time I know a similar pace
can be found in the ones that you care for

Step out of the race and find a familiar place
Where all around are the ones that you care for

Married young, what's done is done
Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening
We started playing house too soon it seems
Our Swedish furnishings are splintering

But who am I to preach this game we play?
Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels
Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way
Our love so bold, incendiary and new
What are we to do?

So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear
Your mom and papa hold me dear
We make mistakes, we make mix tapes
Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise

Is there a sliding scale in hell?
Does the devil grade on a curve?
I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay
But your path will still remain economy, econo you

Married young, what's done is done
Married young, what's done is done

We're too young and we believe
We'll be our first, our only
We're too young, we peak too soon
Oh, what are we to do?

What are we to do?
What are we to do?

I was down for the count
Down, never out
I was determined
But I couldn't catch a break
Always treading in the wake
Like I was afraid of it

So I gave up the fight
Let me fall where I might
And maybe I'm set to win
I quit action, I quit plan
Shook that big, invisible hand
And welcomed the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision
No more struggle, no decisions
Beyond your control
So give in and let go
Enter the Fatalist

Oh, we try so hard
Oh, we try, try so hard
To get out of this
What is behind it?
The omniscient it
Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist, the Fatalist

Give yourself into its vision
No more struggle, no decisions
Beyond your control
Welcome the unknown
Yes, Fatalist