Complain? You're insane
Your stings rank above the impossible
My instinct's to flip you off
And reign supreme like a son of a gun, a son of a gun
Yesterday ain't a mile away so you can sit behind your mask
And point the finger of blame, I can see through your brain
So welcome to the night you'll be proved wrong
I want it, I feel it, I'm giving it all
I want it, I need it, get back to the core
I want it, I feel it, I'm giving it all
I want it, I need it, going back to the core
I took a trip today, looking at the world in a different way
I travelled time today at 88 miles an hour
He's a hero, Double zero
Double 8's just the make of the man
Miles per hour, Your taste is sour
The only way is gettin back on the
Horse and running to the top of the hill
He's a hero, double zero
Double 8's just the make of the man
Miles per hour, your taste is sour
The only way is getting back on the horse
And running to the top of the hill
I want it, I feel it, I'm giving it all
I want it, I need it, get back to the core
I want it, I feel it, I'm giving it all
I want it, I need it, going back to the core