Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the…, artist - Mickey Avalon. Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Song language: English
On the… |
| When the neon lights shine down |
| And there’s no one else around |
| Whatcha gonna do when the clock strikes two |
| And all the freaks come out |
| On the ave… |
| When you’re on the ave… |
| Now I got a reason for breathin |
| Goodbye Hollywood and hello Cleveland |
| I didn’t tell my girl I was leavin |
| Packed my bags, jumped in the Lincoln |
| Suicide doors more to the meaning |
| Four on the floor, three on the tree and |
| I’m doin' speed on the 405 freeway |
| Officer give a white boy some leeway |
| Downtown with the he-say she-say |
| Don’t mean nothin cause the he-she's cliche |
| Downtown where your dreams just decay |
| $ 40 for a $ 20 for a BJ |
| But uptown they play my CD’s |
| Girls wanna fuck me, boys wanna be me |
| Who’s Mickey, she said, and smiled in a special way |
| Now I’m gonna keep on creepin' |
| Latchkey kids gettin' high all weekend |
| Lookin past the hood of my Fleetwood |
| Jesus on the dash and the king on the speaker |
| You can find me in the back of the theater like |
| Pee Wee Herman, holdin my weiner |
| I ain’t seen her since the milk went bad |
| And I didn’t mean to beat her is what I told her dad. |
| Round town it’s a stone cold fact |
| Avalon got a gun in his lap |
| Round town you can hear the clap |
| When I take the stage, and shake my ass |
| Out of town you can feel the heat |
| When my bus pulls up and steals your freaks |
| Out of town you can feel the noise |
| Come on girls, rock your boys! |
| Now I’m gonna speak on freedom |
| Do what you like fuck other people |
| They tell you what you’re supposed to do |
| How about your girl do me, and you do you |
| Now kick rocks before you get shot |
| In the back of the head all you heard was POP |
| Goes to weasel cause the weasel smoke rock |
| Hypodermic needle paramedic on the block |
| Chop your body up, drop it off the dock |
| Why you gotta go and call the mothafuckin cops? |
| It’s too late babe it could’ve been great |
| But you had to go and stab me in the back with a steak knife |
| Late night, waste away |
| Chain smokin' til the drapes turn grey |
| Cocaine helps me face the day |
| And then the pills wash the pain away |
| I won’t be blamed for your mistakes |
| Burned at the stake |
| For God’s sake |