Royal - Drop Nineteens

The gang is back

Deep of your head remembers that

And know what is the fact

Erasing love freed the bad

We know something that

Wrestles pony spirit black

Hello this is a trap

We all slowly crawl back

We weren't there to comfort you

When your knees began to burn

A trapeze artist in my mind

While my body turned into

Stellar hot with Christian friends

Who sucked your tits again and again

Will summer favours

You know

I'm real glad

Depression's warmer than

Creole sunshine we knew we had

Stupid learjets carrying brats

Oh the boys we're bad

And now the gang's off track

In seventy one with a sacred bond

Engraved with names on your back

The oven sun felt good on my face

Based out sad on head case

Stellar hot with Christian friends

Who sucked your tits until the end

Again will summer flies admit

Will summer favours fit

We royally f**ked up being kids

We were royal s**t