Riding Bikes

Me and Ted were small And riding bikes along the wall, Stealing things and breaking things. I had my back, he had his, Each one had the other's. Doing things that made us whole, And somethings close to brothers. Time changed as strangest things Have become matters of contention; Some of things we've had to do, I'm not about to mention. I won't second-guess something Done in the panic of the moment. I'll admit, the scare requires Something like atonement. The men I answer to require Answers of this town Get your folks together, Ted The shit is coming down when (I'M) RIDING BIKES. AHHH! (repeat)