here he comes with his long hair
he sags I think he doesn`t care
he wears his skateboard in his hand
eyes of fire heart of stone
he learned to olly on his own<
you`d think he was alone
she`s a skater chick (with blades)
her black eye liner lines her lips
her hair is black her wide legs too
but her tank-top`s as white as her skin
hand in hand they skate away
to make out away from day
well I love them, I love them
but their hearts burn with such a different fire
it`s the pain of knowing them that turns my eyes to water
they`re bound in chain yet loose, unlike religious me
my God, what is it I`m supposed to see
it`s their skaterism
buried under the humanism
I want some if just a little for me
I think it`s in his nose ring
I think it`s in her belly piercing
but I know they`ve run away from the restrictions
while I`ve been forced to listen
i see them in an hour glass
despare to fat to pass,
this world has pulled me down
it`s the pain of knowing them that turns my eyes to water
they`re bound in chain yet loose, unlike religious me
my God, what is it I`m supposed to see
she`s the most attractive white dove
her body`s silk he wraps around his neck
and we sit here and watch them
just my conscience and me
my God my God
what is it I`m to see
it`s their skaterism
under all the humanism
I want some if just a little
for me
just my plea
and you tell me what you see