Repressed, repressed at will Give it time Life was meant for the living A side for me, confess to the hills Moon-loving old fashiond pilots Back in a time when my voice only traveled as far as I could shout I had to live with myself deep down Sell the streets they're worthless and everything in them garbage And if I only could I'd take a bite out of this town Spit up and pass it around "But now" said he as he spent his last quarter "The longer I live, the time I have left grows shorter" Give in to your undying love for me Im in more than I wanna be Give in to your undying love for me