Coding These to Lukens Songtext
von Modern Baseball

It′s not just what you say
Or how you've come so far
The words that you repeat
When time tears us apart
That smug look on your face
When you have something to hide
Or at least that′s what I think
Maybe I'm out of touch
You can tell me if I'm wrong
But you know I′m right
Spit fire, spit blood, spit fast, I′m heated
I'm sure this will linger Longer than it has to
Get out my way steadfast, I′m eating
I'm a certain kind of way
I′m a certain kind of way
Tonight
I know it can't be in my head
It must be one of you
Who keep pulling me aside
To chit-chat about me
Who I am, what the deal is with
Who I was once