Tekst:
Ten Minutes on a quarter pipe
with nothing there but blood and me
Air skater if you call me a loser
i'm afraid i will agree
Air skater if you lose the shades
then maybe god will let you be
Air skater he can jump a house
but he would never talk to me
Hard core behind a wall of dreads
the swooning women wish him luck
Air skater he won't teach them much
but he will show them how to fuck
Now i hope that you'll tell me what i ought to say,
So that i'll be half as cool one day,
And i'll get down on my knees and pray,
That you won't have to see the world my way
with nothing there but blood and me
Air skater if you call me a loser
i'm afraid i will agree
Air skater if you lose the shades
then maybe god will let you be
Air skater he can jump a house
but he would never talk to me
Hard core behind a wall of dreads
the swooning women wish him luck
Air skater he won't teach them much
but he will show them how to fuck
Now i hope that you'll tell me what i ought to say,
So that i'll be half as cool one day,
And i'll get down on my knees and pray,
That you won't have to see the world my way
