Ten minutes on a quarter pipe With nothing there but blood and me Air skater if you call me a loser I'm 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 won't teach them much But he will show them how to fuck
Now I hope that you'll tell me what I ought to say, So that I'll be half as cool one day, And I'll get down on my knees and pray, That you won't have to see the world my way
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