Woorden: Muph & Plutonic. And Then Tomorrow Came. Number 45.

[Verse 1:]
I wanna go back like aging rockstars
Reverse it all like we chase these copcars
The whole damn street was an underage entourage
The love pop charts I listen to popa larch
They would bombard in our rock hard stomping yard
Nothing in the way of the melavard promanade
Give each other shit, boy I would cop it hard
Somewhere the seriousness and innocence crossed paths
I got stuck starin at the lost stars, mind adrift thinking that's it's not far,
And it's not, and it wasn't at all,
I was in such a rush for my first pub crawl.

Come on

[Chorus:]
What, my number 45,
Stays with through all walks of life,
Home in time to watch the morning rise,
Once the innocence died it was fallen skies,
We keep fallin but we rise, keep fallin but we rise, but we rise,
Yep untill the day I die stays with me through all walks off life, 45

[Verse 2:]
First time in the sack,
First line of rack,
Never satified like my first final track,
Mormans at the door short of bibel bash,
Checkin for your title rack,
Come on bring the vinyl back,
Pumpin wrong side of the track by artifacts,
Happy pants and a brand new starter cap,
Still can't figure out who the fuck started that,
Quarter too through my lip I had a shit stack hat,
Eltham was my man had, still a part of this mans passion,
Give a middle finger to the bandwagon,
Plan of action never meant to do the land damage,
Burnt down a damn paddock picked up bad habits,
A ghost drop, kicked a torpedo, from top shit to a very small ego,
Keep these hands of my damn doritos,
A learning curve, where the hell did she go

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I feel in love every 15 minutes
I guess this was the start of my half deep buisness,
But there were nether stains nor scars just blisters,
Paid me attention so I showed them some interest
Used to dig ditches, put dog shit in it
Hopin my mate would slip in it,
Abit twisted but that was simplistic fun but then comes the paranoi and fear all at once,
But income got bigger, wealth of knowledge hits ya like the effects of liqour on your liver,
In the mirror is a bigger picture now I reflect when I'm sittin down sinkin in the couch
Thinkin out loud about how much I love where I'm from,
And these fuckers can't tell me that this feeling is wrong it's strong as hell,
Wrote the songs that tell, that at night when I get in bed rock the bells