Bicycle Boy

I fell down so many times I gotta
I gotta get up out this town
The Sun beating on me like I'm late on rent
8th grade knew nothing, thought the Mona Lisa looked like shit
Fuck em all
I'll show em how it's done, yeah
With no fear of God or his son
Just some dumbass punks
Rum-pum-pum

And that feeling is not gonna go
You better
Run back, run back baby
The wheels burning out in the smoke
And I'll
Be back, I'll be back
I'm not going home
Home
Bicycle boys who cycle the void
With no, no
Nowhere to go
Got nowhere to go
But home

I fell down so many times since that summer
Tragedy strikes and I label it a bummer
Paper tiger, a hot head lover
Sleeper agent, ugly motherfucker
Fuck em all
I'll show em how it's done, yeah
With no fear of God or his son
Still a dumbass punk
(Here we go)
Rum-pum-pum

(Let's go)
And that feeling is not gonna go
You better
Run back, run back baby
The wheels burning out in the smoke
And I'll
Be back, I'll be back
I'm not going home
Home
Bicycle boys who cycle the void
With no, no
Nowhere to go
Got nowhere to go
But home

(Bicycle boy, go home)
(Bicycle boy, go home)