get over here bitch, a secret will be told ´bout a cold hearted man, got the seventies killed and I don´t wanna know, why lennon had got to go dreamin´ my dream of a pontiac rock´n´roll history, a rollin´ bad and I don´t wanna know what it saw with ten years old well, gimme a weapon, gimme stones to throw... dreamin´my dream of a pontiac rock´n´roll history, a rollin´bad and I don´t wanna know what it saw with ten years old when I look back to these days my eyes are gettin´ wet I can´t imagine a man willin´ to shoot jesus dead and I don´t wanna know, how five bullets could change the world well, gimme a weapon, gimme stones to throw... and I will kill the man, shot lennon 25 years ago keep on... do your shcool and get a job that´s all my mom n daddy pray keep it straight, that´s what I say I´ll never gonna change my way. i´d like cheerleaders datin´ highschoolbands but the trumpets weren´t a good bait so I started to play a guitar, did well, to get it up on my way there was a sort of lord, though to kill a great god brought a gun brought from a lil´ weapon shop catcher in the rye, sigh, lay down n cry in ya eyes he died in mine he´s still alive I would kill u too my true heart is blue voices say do that´s what they said to you should I listen to what they told ya? fuck you; I won´t do what they told ya!