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letra de our kicks! - ​the garages

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[verse 1]
step up to the plate
kick the dirt from your cleats, gonna go great
gonna hit it to the crowd, gonna roar so loud when the blaseball gods incinerate
penguin in a mech throws a mild one
pop fly to the left and you start to run
start to think, maybe it’ll be an easy double
but your bare feet touch ground, and you’re in trouble
time slows to a craaawl
coach always said, keep your eye on the ball
but ya coach never had to f-ck with the shoe thieves
throw ’em in the pile, whose kicks are these?

[chorus]
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
you got the charges but you’ll never make it stick
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
you got the charges but you’ll never make it stick

[verse 2]
got your kicks sn-tched by the sly men
you glance around the dugout and the diamond
your whole entire team’s barefoot, time’s runnin’ out
and it’s paramount you find them
suddenly your pitcher’s in a peanut sh-ll
now you know this game isn’t going well
when a giant squid god descends from high in the sky to open up another h-ll
right around this time you’re feelin’ sick
but ya better bet – these thieves are thick
poppin’ up from the mound, tossin’ up and down
eight giant mothaf-ckin’ cephalo-kicks, sayin’
[chorus]
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
you got the charges but you’ll never make it stick
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
you got the charges but you’ll never make it stick

[verse 3]
the birds settle and the dust clears
crowd heads home for another year
you look to the board and the score isn’t nearly as bad as a younger you might’ve feared
twenty-eight runs that your team made
one for each shoe lost, seems a fair trade
see the thieves pack up as the ball park lights start to spark and fl!cker and fade
“thieves lose” from the loudspeaker
more a blowout, than a real squeaker
you ask, and they shrug, hold a big bag up
“we were only ever really in it for the sneakers”

[chorus]
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
bring the charges, you know you’ll never make it stick
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
bring the charges, cause you know you’ll never make it stick
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
whose kicks? (our kicks)
bring the charges, cause you know you’ll never make it stick
[outro]
you know you’ll never make it stick
(our kicks)
(our kicks)

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