The Kid Songtext
von Tribeca

It′s been years since we first met,
It's been years since our good days,
Oh the years got us both,
The kid grew a moustache,
The moustache grew a conscience,
The conscience grew a man

Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out, oh yeah I rip it out

The kid learned a lesson
Cut in half and then measured a cynical soul, a cynical haircut


Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out

The kid, a cynical haircut

Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out

Whatever you put into my heart
I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out

The kid, a cynical haircut
Whatever you put
The kid, a cynical haircut

Whatever you put (into my heart)


The kid, a cynical haircut
Whatever you put (into my heart)
The kid, a cynical haircut