The Kid Songtext
von Tribeca

It′s been years since we first met
It's been years since our good days
Oh, the years have 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

I thought you put in

The kid
A cynical haircut

I thought you put in

The kid
A cynical haircut
I thought you put in