CREPO...

September doesn't seem like apathy in june,
November get too cloudy till july.
Summer of 95' gets too cold,
Tommorrow we will be bold for hole...

The kids don't understand,
Tonight we will begin.
Well i have no right say,
Now i got no one to blame...

Kill me now, just say it don't mean it.
Kiss my bum, till i drop you a mail.
They want to die, but to die for me.
Throw away the feeling, from my face.

Too far long, to my mind near her,
jimmy doesn't do that anymore,
Billy found the inner strength,
Lemo split his spline.

keep away those dreams,
Cause you ain't number one.
Sorry my dear,
but you so yesterday.

TA3M...