Sleepy Hollow

Driving in there i'd see
The white pillars and virgin marys
You could smell the gasoline
Off the dirtbikes and atv's

Rich kids are a different disease

We cut our hands in the back
By the neighbours old dirtbike tracks
Used a rusty swiss army blade
And the blood pooled like the tears on moms face

In the cut up fields and weeds
We would shoot each other
We would die for free
We'd make our trouble
And put our faith in trees
It was evolution
A boy into a beast