Chris Cayton
You taught me how to play guitar
You told me that I'd go
far just by trying
yea just by trying
When we were kids
playing Social D
spiritual man on LSD
We were frying
yea we were frying
Once in a while you'd fuck with me
no ground on my bass and it shocked me
Chris Cayton I called you satan
Cuz when we were skating
You would make the metal sign
You got kicked out of school for wearing profanity
'too drunk to fuck' said the Dead Kennedys
on your button your punk rock button
You were born in S.I.T.
Vegetarian man no BLT on your muffin
no turkey stuffing
Once and a while I'd surf with you
Our first band was called IMRU
Chris Cayton
Me enseñaste a tocar la guitarra
Me dijiste que llegaría
lejos solo intentándolo
sí, solo intentándolo
Cuando éramos niños
tocando Social D
hombre espiritual en LSD
Estábamos volando
sí, estábamos volando
De vez en cuando me molestabas
sin conexión en mi bajo y me sorprendía
Chris Cayton te llamaba satanás
Porque cuando patinábamos
Hacías el signo del metal
Te expulsaron de la escuela por usar palabrotas
'demasiado borracho para follar' dijeron los Dead Kennedys
en tu botón, tu botón de punk rock
Naciste en S.I.T.
Hombre vegetariano, sin BLT en tu panecillo
sin relleno de pavo
De vez en cuando surfeaba contigo
Nuestra primera banda se llamaba IMRU