"Truey Jeans" lyrics
I'm on the Rainbow Bridge
Yeah, yeah (Haunted Mound)
I got a cellphone, it don't never ring (Go, go)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream
Can't never, ever, ever, ever, go to sleep (DJ Sorrow!)
I got a cellphone, but it don't ever ring (Nah)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything (Nah)
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream (Nah)
Can't ever ever ever ever go to sleep (No, no)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll)
There's no tomorrow, so don't be sad today
Tell that fool I'll kill him if he come 'round my way
The way this earth is, it hurts me
Too many knives in my fuckin' jeans
Ain't give no fuck, I'm walkin' on the interstate (Go, go)
Cutter sing pretty, give you angel wings
Hollows like to stay where the hollows stay
True Religion rockers, but we don't pray
Haunted Mound still laughin' through the pain
Stay true for me, it's all fake
Truey jeans on, it's a lovely day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't really ever feel anything
I got a cellphone, but it don't ever ring (Nah)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything (Nah)
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream (Nah)
Can't ever ever ever ever go to sleep (No, no)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
You don't really understand the importance but
Sometimes when I drive through these streets at night
I could smell the pain of all these people living in here
I could smell how these people are trapped in their lives, their day to day lives (Flex, flex, flex, my rock 'n' roll, ah)
They don't see much (Flex, flex, flex, my rock 'n' roll, ah)
Sometimes they get lost in it, other times they just, they just feel lost
I could feel that pain like coming from these trees, these houses
I could feel that pain and it hurts me to think that I live such a balanced life
All these people going to work going to pray on Sunday's
Playing with their children
I never quite understand that
Why anyone would choose to live that way
Yeah, yeah (Haunted Mound)
I got a cellphone, it don't never ring (Go, go)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream
Can't never, ever, ever, ever, go to sleep (DJ Sorrow!)
I got a cellphone, but it don't ever ring (Nah)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything (Nah)
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream (Nah)
Can't ever ever ever ever go to sleep (No, no)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll)
There's no tomorrow, so don't be sad today
Tell that fool I'll kill him if he come 'round my way
The way this earth is, it hurts me
Too many knives in my fuckin' jeans
Ain't give no fuck, I'm walkin' on the interstate (Go, go)
Cutter sing pretty, give you angel wings
Hollows like to stay where the hollows stay
True Religion rockers, but we don't pray
Haunted Mound still laughin' through the pain
Stay true for me, it's all fake
Truey jeans on, it's a lovely day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't really ever feel anything
I got a cellphone, but it don't ever ring (Nah)
Ain't never gave a fuck about anything (Nah)
Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream (Nah)
Can't ever ever ever ever go to sleep (No, no)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex)
I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah)
You don't really understand the importance but
Sometimes when I drive through these streets at night
I could smell the pain of all these people living in here
I could smell how these people are trapped in their lives, their day to day lives (Flex, flex, flex, my rock 'n' roll, ah)
They don't see much (Flex, flex, flex, my rock 'n' roll, ah)
Sometimes they get lost in it, other times they just, they just feel lost
I could feel that pain like coming from these trees, these houses
I could feel that pain and it hurts me to think that I live such a balanced life
All these people going to work going to pray on Sunday's
Playing with their children
I never quite understand that
Why anyone would choose to live that way
Writer(s): Sematary Grave Man
