Little Men - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

We take a drive up to New York

On a cloudy day

To check out that mall nearby the shoe-laced way

Started turning, turning, turning, turning away into a house of cards

At least one ride we're able to fit in

Because the shits in front said gluttony was our sin

Dooming us all, all, all, all to die in front of them

Time to go grow, go grow, go grow

Go grow, go grow, go grow, go grow

Go grow

For some big men, we're just bunch of kids

Doing our own little things

In such a big world

Found ourselves high at 3am near a castle

Next to a bowling alley on the top of the hill

Took some good old strikes, strikes, strikes, strikes

Until we fell for the gutter

At least then it ends on a high note

Drive through the night to find that one stop

So I can run, run, run, run, run

To catch that last bit of thirst before bed

We just want to know how, know how, know how

Know how, know how, know how, know how

Know how

For some big men, we're just bunch of kids

Doing our own little things

In such a big world

For some big men, we're just bunch of kids

Doing our own little things

In such a big world

The greatest little men in the big world