Comicz. - Memory Lane

Look at that kid standing there
Wonderin' how the heck he's gonna get outta here
Look at that kid standing there
Like his pants pulled down in his underwear
And sure,
He's pathetic
He's a dork
He's a guy who can't rhyme
And even he can't manage
The typical advantages
A kid like him could get
From stealing that lyric
(Wish we could turn back time)
Oh, sure! We can!
Down the memory lane
You're skippin' down, lookin' 'round,
Feeling like a ghost town
Spitting out these verses
Feelin' memories cursin'
The day you dared
To remember them
Like a bike gang
That never stops
Tracking down one guy
To make sure his mug gets shot, if (Photography!)
Peter Piper picked his little pickled peppers
And got arrested by FDA for being out a license or if
The floor was lava and it rises every day
Taking every single person to their early grave
Sounds to me
Like a typical romp
Down a little old place
I'd like to call memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)
Memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)
Na, na, na, na
Look at that girl standing there
Wondering how the heck she's gonna get outta here
Look at that girl standing there
Like her pants pulled down-
Wait, suddenly, that's weird
And sure, she's pathetic
She's a dork
And she can't even realize
Who she wants to be anymore
Why is everything in this blasted universe so complicated
Making everyone feel like their life has been degregated
When reality isn't even possible no more
And your child falls down at your door
Sounds to me like a typical romp down a little old place I'd like to call
Memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)
Memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)
Memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)
Memory lane
Memory lane
Memory lane (Don't look back, oh)

Written by:
North Kaffenbarger

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