The Spits - Greyhound Bound Lyrics

From the time I was 5 til the age of 6 I couldn't wait to be alive
99 black and one with [?], chewing cheeseburgers and time
Turned my fingers brown with cigarettes, I ran out of things to eat
Family in front and some stupid cuties finding (us real girls?) to breathe

We're going round the corner, we're making real good time
I wish I could call that small baby mine

Three more passes, I smell like smoke as I'm burning in my eyes
Growing up black in a small league town you'd have to find out to survive
The knife grows bigger and starts to talk it says "take me in your hand"
Put the driver to sleep and his best friend, don't worry about the man

We're going round the corner, we're making real good time
I wish I could call that small baby mine
I'd kick it, and smash it on the floor
It's flesh and blood hits the floor
There's no more silly baby no more.