Born in ’69

Whoa! Baby talk, it's the birdman Ringin' in my head And baby's lips keep on moving And it likes to wet the bed Your inspiration is a memory That you know you never had Your desperation lies before me (And you only kick half-ass) (Woo, yeah) I want it (Woo, yeah) I need it (Woo, yeah) I steal it (Woo) alright! Everybody's talking like a monkey And always looking behind Waste of life, pushing backwards Sorry, I'm born in '69 Don't catch me later (catch me later) I'm out of here keeping my gun Your desperation is a menu (And, man, your brain is fried) (Woo, yeah) I want it (Woo, yeah) I need it (Woo, yeah) I steal it (Woo) alright! I hear things, it's so easy Doin' it fair and fair I heard windows are breaking Inside a chest They're the ones, they're the ones Again and again Your desperation don't become you (Speedo can really sing) (Woo, yeah) I want it (Woo, yeah) I need it (Woo, yeah) I steal it (Woo, yeah) I need it You've got nothing to say to me (I want it) You've got nothing that I can't say (I need it) You've got nothing that I need (I feel it) You'll be sorry