Dino Boy
In a down low cow town
In a snug little den
Sits a soldier with a smile
From here to then
Home-spun folk
Lincolns in their hands
Rolls up a lady in her minivan
Man in the window
Feeding the needs
Candies and bottles and fixations, please
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
Chillaxin' on a stool
Nothing old, nothing new
Snacking on a sack lunch
He's solid
He's savvy
He's tacky but true
10-30 skel, packing a 9 mil
Nerve churning, finger locked
Reason nil
Don't mess with the cape
Just for some bill
Goin' in
Steppin' out
Don't blame the man on the hill
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
No way to escape
When out comes the cape
No need for a mask
Gets right to the task
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
Gas station fascination
Dino Boy takes no vacation
Chasing and racing, his mind is sound
He takes you down with his menacing
Frown
In a snug little den
Sits a soldier with a smile
From here to then
Home-spun folk
Lincolns in their hands
Rolls up a lady in her minivan
Man in the window
Feeding the needs
Candies and bottles and fixations, please
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
Chillaxin' on a stool
Nothing old, nothing new
Snacking on a sack lunch
He's solid
He's savvy
He's tacky but true
10-30 skel, packing a 9 mil
Nerve churning, finger locked
Reason nil
Don't mess with the cape
Just for some bill
Goin' in
Steppin' out
Don't blame the man on the hill
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
No way to escape
When out comes the cape
No need for a mask
Gets right to the task
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Down takes you down (takes you down)
Gas station generation
Selling all the people consolation
From hoppin' poppin' crack of dawn
'Till smackin' lack of light
When most the toasted ghosts have left
At least he knows he's right
Gas station fascination
Dino Boy takes no vacation
Chasing and racing, his mind is sound
He takes you down with his menacing
Frown
Credits
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