Tekster: Bows. Hey Vegas.

If james dean was here we'd still be great
Sweatshops and brand-slaves blown away
So long

Im wasted, cant deny it
Its been so long since i tried to fight it
So long

James dead risen from the grave
At lights out his wings shine like star showers
Shine on me

So bless you coke and nike
There's blue skies over hawaii

So long