Keasbey Nights — текст песни (catch 22)

It was the summer of `95 (so what?!), in the backyard, shaving
the old plies. Feeling so strong, something went wrong. Straight
into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long. I still remember
that day, like the day that i said that i swear, I`ll never
hurt myself again, but it seems that I`m deemed to be wrong,
to be wrong. So I`ve got to keep holding on... they always played
a slow song. When they come for me, I`ll be sitting at my desk,
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bullet proof vest.. Singing
my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you`re going
to die by the end of the night. I still remember when we were
young and fragile then. No one gave a shit about us because times
were tougher then. Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight
into the real world, rich kids never understood. But I don`t
care. I can fade away to anywhere. Don`t stop because you might
get dropped and if you do who`s going to pick you up. Well I
won`t... They always played a slow song.