Keasbey Nights
Streetlight Manifesto Lyrics


It was the summer of ninety-five (so what?!),
In the backyard, shaving the old plies.
Feeling so strong, something went wrong.
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long.
I still remember that day, like the day
That I said that I swear, "I'll never hurt myself again",
But it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong, to be wrong, to be wrong.
So I've got to keep holding on
They always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest.
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
When you know you're going to die
By the end of the night."

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good,
Cruising the hood;
Straight into the real world, rich kids never understood.
But I don't care. I can fade away to anywhere.
Don't stop because you might get dropped
And if you do who's going to pick you up.
Well I won't... they always played a slow song.

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shep

It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin’ the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well I won’t, well I won't...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY



All comments from YouTube:

Mike Steeves

As a musician, I enjoy the Streetlight version more because it's more precise. As a punk fun, I love the Catch 22 version because of it's rawness. As a music fan in general, both are amazing.

Jerome Brien

Both are the best summer song i’ve ever heard in my life ❤☀️💥

shep

It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin’ the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well I won’t, well I won't...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY

Zachary Smith

You're the best for this

Yes

I think the chorus to this song might just be the catchiest piece of music ever written.

eggbertx

me and some friends of mine are gonna do a cover of this in my communications class on wednesday as part of my speech on ska. i'm so stoked!

Flungus

silly people. one of the most certain rules of the internet: OP never delivers

Connor Sanders

@eggbertx did you end up doing it?

ricardo Ricardo

How did it go

yor0z

we all wanna know man please do tell

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