Lil' Indians

there goes my brother i know from my childhood.

there goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.

too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.

i want to greet him,but i don´t know how...

in kindergarten we shared everything,

we were family forever.

kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground,

parents hated us but we didn´t care.

the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...

we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!).

but that is long ago,you don´t know me no more..

but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones.

yo,should i greet,should i not?

should i speak,should i not?

should i let him pass me by?

but what if he doesn´t recognize my face?

i´m his brother from bakk in the days!

yo,should i run,should i hide?

should i jump on the side?

should i let him walk away?

maybe it´s better,

but i will never know if i dont even try...

hey...

there goes my brother i know from my childhood.

there goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.

too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.

i want to greet him,but i don´t know how...