Cold Lunch Lyrics

I always wanted to be the voice of the screets
but my father was a rabbi and my mother made beets
I mean books
and the kids from the strees always gave me dirty looks.

It's watching you own shadow on a dirt bike
get shot in the back under a street light
when you arrive at the party it will not be
without a bullet in your back
and a poem about death
and of course your walkmen