Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Hey...
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
Hey...
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Hey...
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you follow me?
