Born in ’69 Songtext
von Rocket From the Crypt
Born in ’69 Songtext
Woah!
Babytalk, the birdman (or phoneman)
I′m ringin' in my head
And baby′s lips keep a-moving
And it likes to wet the bed.
Your inspiration is a memory
That you know you never had
Your despiration lies before me
(And you only kick half-ass)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright
Everybody's talking like a monkey
Always looking behind
Waste of life, pushing backwards so
I was born in '69
Don′t catch me later (catch me later)
I′m out of here keeping my gun
Your desperation is a menu
(And man your brain is fried)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright
I hear things, it's so easy
Doin′ it fair and fair
I heard windows are breaking
Inside a chest
They're the ones (2x)
Again and again
Your desperation don′t become you
(Speedo can really sing!)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing to say to me
(Woo, yeah) You′ve got nothing that I can't say
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing that I need (I feel it)
You′ll be sorry
Babytalk, the birdman (or phoneman)
I′m ringin' in my head
And baby′s lips keep a-moving
And it likes to wet the bed.
Your inspiration is a memory
That you know you never had
Your despiration lies before me
(And you only kick half-ass)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright
Everybody's talking like a monkey
Always looking behind
Waste of life, pushing backwards so
I was born in '69
Don′t catch me later (catch me later)
I′m out of here keeping my gun
Your desperation is a menu
(And man your brain is fried)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright
I hear things, it's so easy
Doin′ it fair and fair
I heard windows are breaking
Inside a chest
They're the ones (2x)
Again and again
Your desperation don′t become you
(Speedo can really sing!)
(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing to say to me
(Woo, yeah) You′ve got nothing that I can't say
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing that I need (I feel it)
You′ll be sorry
Writer(s): John A Reis, Jason A. Crane, Paul J. O'beirne, Andy M. Stamets, Peter E. Reichert, Adam David Willard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com