
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh I've got that feeling Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh That I'll believe in Soon as the coast is clear we're getting the fuck up on outta here The cop said he'll shoot my dog and man that shit ain't cool my me Unless you want to end up under logs, or swimming with the fishes in the sea Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh I've got that feeling Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh That I'll be leaving. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's kind of cool to crash out on the back of a loading dock Until the cop wakes me up and says " Boy you better kick some rocks" But that ain't a bother to be, because walking a thousand miles ain't shit to me Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh I've got that feeling Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh That I'll believe in Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh You'll soon come to find that status in life ain't all there is to hope for Because one night your ass could end up sleeping on the bare concrete floor And then where will you be, and where will all your subscribers be Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh I've got that feeling Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh That I'll be leaving Soon~