2002-02-16 | "I WENT TO A FIGHT TONIGHT, AND A HOCKEY GAME BROKE OUT"

this song is like half stupid, and half serious. but i like it. apparently i wrote this on march 13, 1998, as well. something about this song brings back memories. although some of the lyrics are just totally silly, i remember thinking really deeply on this night. I think i was ready to make a change or something. or maybe i just ate some bad salami.

"THE FIGHT OF MY LIFE"

'that shit is dope, that flick is tight'

no more crunk from the guys at late night

the breakfast of champions, fed to the mouths

of a million screaming fans from north to south

i've seen it all a million times

and i still get chills down my spine

(chorus)notes from a friend, i try to pretend, notes from a friend, i try to pretend, notes from a friend, i try and pretend, i try to pretend, that you remember me.

is this inglewood, am i a nazi?

i'll throw you into a wall of graffiti

yes, there was a time that i thought cool was "chachi"

this is spaghetti, it's clearly not ziti

i got a head rush, got up too fast

there's not enough memories to make it last

(chorus)

sometimes i feel gold and aged like beechwood

sometimes i wanna blow away people like Eastwood

kiss it goodbye, and slip it some tongue

you hit it on the head, it feels like a home run

i try to pretend that you don't remember

damn the green bottles, damn miss december

(chorus)

i've never hit another human being

but i know alot about life from the things that i've seen

in the fight of my life, i want you backing me up

in the fight of my life, i won't be bound

in the fight of my life, i want you on my side

in the fight of my life, i won't back down

you will not stay high

i'll think of you everytime someone walks out and says 'goodbye'

you will not stay high

i'll think of you daily, 'til the day i die

- premature ejaculation | tantra +