Letra de The Kid

It's been years since we first met, it's been years since our good days, oh the years got us both, the kid grew a moustache, the moustache grew a conscience, the conscience grew a man Whatever you put into my heart I rip it out, oh yeah I rip it out The kid learned a lesson cut in half and then measured a cynical soul, a cynical haircut Whatever you put into my heart I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out The kid, a cynical haircut Whatever you put into my heart I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out Whatever you put into my heart I rip it out oh yeah I rip it out The kid, a cynical haircut whatever you put The kid, a cynical haircut Whatever you put (into my heart) The kid, a cynical haircut whatever you put (into my heart) The kid, a cynical haircut