Paroles: Belvedere. Angels Live In My Town. 669 The Number Of The Feast.

walk on by pants too tight and hair's too high
your mind's made up and you're not alone
but all i see a misinformed reality
it's time to think 'cause you're in the clouds

behind the times but i don't miond
you look the fool but it's old school
i don't think that denim hurt anyone
your cut off blues Hawaii t's
it's like we're back in '83
and the spandex is on and it's hard to run

Friday night hooked on crack looking to fight
you know you're bad and you're in a zone
but all i see acid wash is right for me
i don't know where you can find cologne

behind the times but i don't mind
you look the fool but it's old school
i don't think that denim hurt anyone
your cut off blues Hawaii t's
it's like we're back in '83
and the spandex is on and it's hard to run