KovaTova - Band Boy Running

He was a band boy running
Miles away from his home
He's got a switchblade in his pocket and guitar on his back
The soles of his shoes are worn and black
He won't be gone for long the city's gonna eat him up
To that band boy running
Good luck

Run faster You gotta keep up
You're after Way too much

Play your golden guitar
And write songs on broken strings
These streets that you've been playing on
Are heartless and cruel
If you don't make any money
You'll break all the rules
Youll fall behind unless you pick up your pace
Dear band boy running
You're losing the race

Run faster You gotta keep up
You're after Way too much

He's got a few more laps to go
To get a headlining show
The voices in his head say "you're gonna make it big
Just one more day and maybe you'll write a hit"
He'll do anything to make a couple of bucks
To that band boy running
You're fucked

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KovaTova

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