Wake It

Brown boots, two boots waiting on the platform Blood bled, blood bleeds, blooded waits for a beautiful storm To take it, shake it, reded the dead skin Shake it, wake it, whatever the fool mean comes in And make me unready to stop being a child Well, times, long times being wrong, and time is being kind Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na Brown boots, many boots, walking to the crumbling castle walls Where millions of other boots, they have trotten this class before us After the storm, the river, it's swells and comes flowing in past Back from the time when we were dead, a fool been forced to grow up fast And make me unready to stop being a child Well, times, long times being wrong, and time is being kind Give up, raps us, some belittles that we do now Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na We can open these Wing, we can get one We can open these Wing, we can get one