Catch 22 - Keasby Nights Lyrics

It was the summer of '95
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong, something went wrong
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long

I still remember that day, like the day that I said
That I swear I'll never hurt myself again
But it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong, got to keep holding on
They always played a slow song

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing, "My, my, my, how the time does fly
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night"

I still remember when we were young and fragile then
No one gave a shit about us 'cause times were tougher then
Feeling so good, cruising the hood
Straight into the real world, rich kids never understood

But I don't care, I can fade away to anywhere
Don't stop 'cause you might get dropped
And if you do, who's going to pick you up?
Well I won't, well I won't
They always played a slow song

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing, "My, my, my, how the time does fly
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night today"

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing, "My, my, my, how the time does fly
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night"

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing, "My, my, my, how the time does fly
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night"

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
My, my, my, how the time does fly
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night today