CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Toe to Toe
Back off buddy!
Leave me alone
What're you gonna do about it
Write a poem?
Hate this game
Hate my life
Ah, if you won't fight
Get off this ice
I'm jonesin' to unleash these fists of fury
In a rope-a-dope display of fighting flurry
Let's go!
It's time, lets go, we're goin' toe to toe
(Repeat x15)
My goodness, why did I ever doubt that boy?
This is a watershed moment of happiness and joy
With that punch, the skies the limit
Think I swallowed my bicuspid
Everything's gone seriously awry!
Oh, honey, I'm so sad I can't even cry
(noise fades out)
Who is this person
This person in such a rage
I've become a stranger to myself on this stage
It's no excuse and I know that for sure
But being one of the boys held a surprising allure
It's clear that I have lost myself in this game
This person before me is Farley Gordon, but only in name
These cheers are hollow
They are in vain
Forcing my resolve never to play hockey again
Where are you goin'? I wanna hug you with pride
Back where I belong
Outside
...
What has happened
Why can't I concentrate?
Aristotle is Arisnotle
Socrates is not worth the debate
Philosophy used to be jet fuel for my brain
Now reading a page is positively herculean
Since I quit
The game obviously holds no reward
Before my blues
Even art doesn't offer a cure
How did I ever become so vain?
Could modeling underwear be any more lame?
And Eve, oh Eve
How I miss her so
But I can't find a way past our current embargo
I try to remain positive but I lose hope, she'll be gone forever
I wish she'd give me a call
Send me a letter
My world which once seemed so full of music and light
Has been reduced to a monochrome black and white
He sleeps
All day
He's no longer engaged
My diagnosis:
Adolescent malaise
Is there a cure?
Anything we can do?
Well hopefully he'll grow out of it in a year or two
Leave me alone
What're you gonna do about it
Write a poem?
Hate this game
Hate my life
Ah, if you won't fight
Get off this ice
I'm jonesin' to unleash these fists of fury
In a rope-a-dope display of fighting flurry
Let's go!
It's time, lets go, we're goin' toe to toe
(Repeat x15)
My goodness, why did I ever doubt that boy?
This is a watershed moment of happiness and joy
With that punch, the skies the limit
Think I swallowed my bicuspid
Everything's gone seriously awry!
Oh, honey, I'm so sad I can't even cry
(noise fades out)
Who is this person
This person in such a rage
I've become a stranger to myself on this stage
It's no excuse and I know that for sure
But being one of the boys held a surprising allure
It's clear that I have lost myself in this game
This person before me is Farley Gordon, but only in name
These cheers are hollow
They are in vain
Forcing my resolve never to play hockey again
Where are you goin'? I wanna hug you with pride
Back where I belong
Outside
...
What has happened
Why can't I concentrate?
Aristotle is Arisnotle
Socrates is not worth the debate
Philosophy used to be jet fuel for my brain
Now reading a page is positively herculean
Since I quit
The game obviously holds no reward
Before my blues
Even art doesn't offer a cure
How did I ever become so vain?
Could modeling underwear be any more lame?
And Eve, oh Eve
How I miss her so
But I can't find a way past our current embargo
I try to remain positive but I lose hope, she'll be gone forever
I wish she'd give me a call
Send me a letter
My world which once seemed so full of music and light
Has been reduced to a monochrome black and white
He sleeps
All day
He's no longer engaged
My diagnosis:
Adolescent malaise
Is there a cure?
Anything we can do?
Well hopefully he'll grow out of it in a year or two
