Jimmy Funk 

Written in January of 1995 in Edmonton, Alberta

Whiplash, it don’t mean a thing
Quick cash, is a diamond ring
Hit the gas and the engine sings
Say a little prayer on an angels wing

Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind
Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind

I’m sick and tired of banging my head on the wall
Walk the wire long enough you’ll fall
Desire some kind of better life
Walking on the razors edge you step down on the knife

 

Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind
Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind

Hey can you spare some change?
I wanna feel the same
As you and him and her and them
Tell me mister, when will I ever win?

We never meant to hurt no one
And I can’t justify the things we done
I never meant for no one to die
Most of all not her
It was so ugly
It was so bloody
She was so lovely.

Yeah

Jimmy Funk, he’ll make you pay
Shoot the junk, thunder in your veins
“Just a punk”, is what the papers will say
I’d be living for tomorrow if there was one anyway

Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind
Hey little sister
They’re breathing down our necks and we’re falling behind

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