Rabbit Junk - Death of a Bike Thief lyrics
[Rabbit Junk - Death of a Bike Thief lyrics]
I'm a thug tonight full of piss and spite
When I'm feeling like being impolite
'Cause some fuck stole my bike
And I had to walk here tonight
So I'm looking for an unfair fight
(One, two, three, four)
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I had and now she's in
Another man's hands heading for the pawn
In Oregon
We had good times - bye, babe, so long
(One, two, three, four)
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I ever, ever had it was all I had
So now you die now you die
Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now
It's totally gutted, you know? You know
It's got cracked rims and a
Waterlogged seat and no rear cog
- only one pedal, actually
Only one left handlebar too, and
Her frame was cracked
And her chain was all rusty
And her tires were flat, her
Spokes were missing and shit
But, man, she was mine and
I fucking miss her, you know?
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I had so now you die
Now you die die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker, die
When I'm feeling like being impolite
'Cause some fuck stole my bike
And I had to walk here tonight
So I'm looking for an unfair fight
(One, two, three, four)
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I had and now she's in
Another man's hands heading for the pawn
In Oregon
We had good times - bye, babe, so long
(One, two, three, four)
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I ever, ever had it was all I had
So now you die now you die
Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now
It's totally gutted, you know? You know
It's got cracked rims and a
Waterlogged seat and no rear cog
- only one pedal, actually
Only one left handlebar too, and
Her frame was cracked
And her chain was all rusty
And her tires were flat, her
Spokes were missing and shit
But, man, she was mine and
I fucking miss her, you know?
Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle
Was all I had so now you die
Now you die die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker, die