Tiny Horns

You're a coffin in a breakroom
Like a donut in a graveyard
Got a goathead in your bike tire
Now I'm walking home
I was off to see my friends
Oh they're all angels
Sometimes I feel like a devil
With tiny horns, and a lizard tail

I've been bad, I know I have
I know I have
I've been bad, I must have
I must have

Someone's out there living my ideal way of living
I wanna be just like them
I wanna do the things they do, but still be me
I wanna live free
I want more money
I wanna live a life with some real security

It's a beautiful day
Ya ought not to leave with a frown on your face
I bet if you got a new bike
You could ride real fast
You could race me
You could chase me
Around the block, like it didn't have brakes
Like you couldn't stop

But Someone's out there living my ideal way of living
I wanna be just like them
I wanna do the things they do, but still be me
I wanna live free, I want more money
I wanna live a life with some real security



Credits
Writer(s): Brigdon Markward
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