Outspoken Dirtbiker - Islands

Grin, grin, grin, grin, grin

I got ahold

Of a real piece of gold

But all I really felt was cold

Like I feel it creeping

Like I’m six feet deep

And all I want to do is sleep in

In, in, in, in, in

All I ever got was cold

All I ever got was cold

You’re supposed to hold it in

You’re supposed to hold it in

Jumped on the track

With wind at my back

Move slow like a heart attack

Like I feel it creeping

Like I’m six feet deep

And all I want to do is sleep in

I don’t want to win anything

Every race will end

I don’t want to win anything

Every race will end

Hold it in

Hold it in

Hold it in

Hold it

You’re supposed to hold it in

You’re supposed to hold it in

In, grin