Over It - Thrill Seeker Lyrics
a thrill seekerTwo weeks from anywhereSets his mind to the task at handBut he knows first he?l have to beat their fence.So he goes, drops right in,just as the guards come closing in ?ound him.Send him back to the drawing board againHe?l have to be more punk next year.With nothing to show for it all, but his handPunk enough next yearwith nothing to show for it all but a gimpy hand.