"Cruisin'" lyrics
I'm not doubting the way it feels
To cruise the streets at night on training wheels
But when your helmet starts to pinch
You know it's time to call it quits
You are a parody on parade
So engrossed in your own joke
That you forgot to laugh
And there's something bittersweet about that
Now you've got a bunch of innocent people
Riding the Chinatown bus
And you're the captain
No air
No AC
Most of your passengers were just walking down the street when they were captured
It's all about climbing into a paper bag and finding your way out
If you never tried to sell yourself short chances are you can breathe independently
Iron lungs are no fun, are they?
After hours of nothing, nothing is biting because your bait is rotten
Waiting in line to become an item
To cruise the streets at night on training wheels
But when your helmet starts to pinch
You know it's time to call it quits
You are a parody on parade
So engrossed in your own joke
That you forgot to laugh
And there's something bittersweet about that
Now you've got a bunch of innocent people
Riding the Chinatown bus
And you're the captain
No air
No AC
Most of your passengers were just walking down the street when they were captured
It's all about climbing into a paper bag and finding your way out
If you never tried to sell yourself short chances are you can breathe independently
Iron lungs are no fun, are they?
After hours of nothing, nothing is biting because your bait is rotten
Waiting in line to become an item
Writer(s): Peter Jason Helmis, Joe Reinhart, Matt Austin Bergman
