t. rex
i was dragged here
from my old place
turned from my old gang
given a new face
my old man loved it
he had his garden
he had his pompadours but
my reputation's gone
flats
over the flats
i miss my friend called pete
he always looked so neat
he had those dancin' feet
how will we ever meet
the chicks i used to know
will never see me grow
will never grasp my hand
when i'm a fighting man
here no-one knows my name
people all look the same
i walk unnoticed steps
they don't know my rep
well i was born to move
with fire in my shoes
i'm an unnoticed boy
just future's toy
over flats
i'm just gone