Sangtekst: Hockey. Mind Chaos. Wanna Be Black.

On the streets'
I never could realize what was the problem,
oh no

Why am i getting cut out this way?
Oh I just couldn't see,
My leather coat, (?)
Or who's looking at me.
no

I couldn't pull it off,
The world could stay looking just how it would like,
Without looking left or right.

And it goes;
When I was young,
I only wanted to be black.
And I would have payed,
To weigh a word I won and still relax.
oh

What's your plans for the night?
Indeed up at the no, (?)
I'll get on my face gear. (?)
ah

And purple or black ties;
Your dressed just right,
For your decade, true.
Your dressed just right,
For your age.
What used to be a stage is just a phase now.

You're not going up through life,
Yeah, slowly just like changing channels on your TV.
That's not how its supposed to be.
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

And it goes:
When I was young,
I only wanted to be black.
And I woulda payed,
To weigh a word I won and still relax. (?)
oh
And everyone,
At the time,

Was only classic then,
Only classic then.
And everyone,
At this time,
Is only classic now,
Only classic now.

What kind of accomplishment is a throw back?
I was the first one to prefer that.
Everyone's making dance music, true.
But we started in 2002.

So what the future don't appeal to you?
Well no one's supposed to enjoy the shoes.
When I was young yeah, I wore 'em to school.
But I had 'em only like something to lose.

You got your eyes on an owl, (?)
Your fashionable goals,
You can never make it.
oh no

Anyway who could pull it off,
When everything casts as the future,
Or retro?
I got beat up for my clothes.
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

And it goes:

When I was young,
I only wanted to be black.
And I woulda payed,
To weigh a word I won and still relax. (?)
oh And everyone,
At the time,
Was only classic then,
Only classic then.
And everyone,
At this time,
Is only classic now,
Only classic now.