Ten minutes on a quarter pipe
With nothing there but blood and me
Air skater if you call me a loser
Im afraid I will agree
Air skater if you lose the shades
Then maybe God will let you be
Air skater he can jump a house
But he would never talk to me
Hard core behind a wall of dreads
The swooning women wish him luck
Air skater he wont teach them much
But he will show them how to fuck
Now I hope that youll tell me what I ought to say,
So that Ill be half as cool one day,
And Ill get down on my knees and pray,
That you wont have to see the world my way