I fell down so many times I gotta I gotta get up out this town The Sun beating on me like I'm late on rent 8th grade knew nothing, thought the Mona Lisa looked like shit Fuck em all I'll show em how it's done, yeah With no fear of God or his son Just some dumbass punks Rum-pum-pum And that feeling is not gonna go You better Run back, run back baby The wheels burning out in the smoke And I'll Be back, I'll be back I'm not going home Home Bicycle boys who cycle the void With no, no Nowhere to go Got nowhere to go But home I fell down so many times since that summer Tragedy strikes and I label it a bummer Paper tiger, a hot head lover Sleeper agent, ugly motherfucker Fuck em all I'll show em how it's done, yeah With no fear of God or his son Still a dumbass punk (Here we go) Rum-pum-pum (Let's go) And that feeling is not gonna go You better Run back, run back baby The wheels burning out in the smoke And I'll Be back, I'll be back I'm not going home Home Bicycle boys who cycle the void With no, no Nowhere to go Got nowhere to go But home (Bicycle boy, go home) (Bicycle boy, go home)