This is a song about "Cowboys and indians"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I thought i recognized her

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Living young and wild and free

But make sure if they do see

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)