o how i yearn for those long forgotten days of the 1990s...
the words to describe you elude me
cows and chickens and eds and eddies...
samurai with swords that are mighty
for what purpose was i born into this generation?
cursed with the burden of my superior taste?
i see that these children have some infatuation
with this culture that has all gone to waste
o how i wish i could leave here
and return to my red race car dream
for there is one thing that i truly do fear
that i will not see you before turning thirteen