Skylong Boston Lyrics

I've got a story, sounds so boring
But it's hard to confess that
At the end I had a lot of fun
Please let me go, I need to go and
I won't call the police for everytime
That you tried to kill me.
You're black then you're white
You're slow then you're fast
You're six then you're nine
Why should I last?
You've got a lie to say the truth
You've got a son older than you
You've got me now I cannot run
I'm such a fool.
It's friday night I'm all alone
And I'm just wondering if
You think of me or still about that loser
He looks a fag (YOU LOOK A FAG)
When he's walking around
Does he feel good with that ridiculous hairstyle?
You're black then you're white You're slow then you're fast
You're six then you're nine
Why should I last?
You've got a lie to say the truth
You've got a son older than you
You've got me now I cannot run
I'm such a fool.
Oh hell, it's obvious
We're in the story that will never end
My friend, i need some help
Someday you'll understand
Someday you'll realize
Never will be too late.
You're slow then you're fast
You're six then you're nine
Why should I last?
You've got a lie to say the truth
You've got a son older than you
You've got me now I cannot run
I'm such a fool.
My way to Boston, I'm gonna find it
My way to you again.