Lyrics:
Here they come walking down the street
Steel capped boots and their feet
Scars and blisters on their hands
The forgotten heroes of this land
class took up gym when basketball begin
Now the forward on our team was Mabel Earl
She refused to let her couch replace her with this big new girl
So Edna
and back again
They were legends that you won't hear about
In your high school history class
They were heroes that you're not gonna see
On the daily news
at the top of it
And you cannot see the end
Either don't let go son - Or grab the nearest friend
The slide is no respecter of dignity or class
As soon as you
remember that it's the first time that I saw him there
He got kicked out of math 'cuz he's laughing
He's getting yelled at in gym for fucking napping
He's
socks and stockings on the old gym floor
While everybody danced to garage band covers
She was checking out riffs and memorizing chords
She didn't care
pointing at her face
Later that day in gym class
She ate a mouth full of anthrax
Go to sleep
things the wrong thing
Tax the payers
Stack paper
But you failed as an eighth grader
Dumb ass
Failed every math class
Plus I know this like otis
I
better when they're broken
Now I'm having flashbacks
Of being picked last in gym class
Always on the back track
I wanna live fast and give back
I'm
my business
You probably went to class while I was in the hallway skipping
Yeah I hear what they sayin', just be too high to listen
Got my money
I express my ire,
I mow down gym bunnies with machine gun fire
bang! bang! the normies go down
another spin-class mashed into the ground
bang! bang!
a basketball
Wife loves to spend cash
But I only like you as much as
A fat girl likes gym class
I can't stop coming back like
Lindsay Lohan does rehab
Us
a cheap one, my flows money
Your fams hear my words, like gym class bubble
Call that a discreet one
Got so many bangers on my mac,
when I flick through fam,
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time
Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not
Gym-kits and trainers
Ah, the gym, my favourite place to be;
Well, better head to the old reception desk
Excuse me sir, I’m devastated to admit
That I must relinquish
Chuck Taylor's
Levi Jean's got me too fly
Gym class we was lit
Up in junior high
I broke a couple hearts
I cant apologize
Sorry for the wait
I'm the flat tire
The fat guy you never picked in gym class
So don't try to put me in a box
I don't want to walk down the street with you
I'm nothing
The tough guy's front and the one behind the scenes
I am the blood of this city
Its gas, water, and electricity
I'm its gym, and its math, and its history
a pill
Aint no goin' back
Im down for the action
I stay active like gym class
Im that man on a mission
From the muuud watch me lift off
I can
See my future
And a little bit of heart ache won't change
And it's killing me!
We're untouchable, teen idols,
Working class heroes lost along the way.
And it's a sign
believe our laptops were wiretapped
Iron traps use your weights right
Don't confuse the lates nights the adults have
With present behavior gym class it was
Stuck in the middle of 1981
Seek deviation I am hiding from the sun
Run from the poison, factories and graves
Spray paint heroes and middle class
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean, whoa
Her name is Noelle i have a dream about her
She rings my bell
Got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks in Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't
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