Catch 22

it was the summer of 95 (so what?) in the backyard shaving the old plies.
feeling so strong. something went wrong. straight into my finger what a
stinger it was so long. i still remember that day like the day that i said
that i swear i'll never hurt myself again but it seems that i'm deemed to be
wrong to be wrong to be wrong so i've got to keep holding on... they always
played a slow song.when they come for me i'll be sitting at my desk with a gun
in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly