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