Rabbit Junk - Death Of A Bike Thief

I'm a thug tonight
Full of piss and spite
When I'm feeling like being impolite
'Cause some fuck stole my bike
And I had to walk here tonight
So I'm looking for an unfair fight

(One, two, three, four)

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I had
And now she's in
Another man's hands
Heading for the pawn
In Oregon
We had good times - bye, babe, so long

(One, two, three, four)

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I ever, ever had
It was all I had
So now you die
Now you die

Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now it's totally gutted, you know? You know, it's got cracked rims and a waterlogged seat and no rear cog - only one pedal, actually only one left handlebar too, and her frame was cracked, and her chain was all rusty,
and her tires were flat, her spokes were missing and shit, but, man, she was mine and I fucking miss her, you know?

Death of a bike thief (Whoa)
Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief
You wanna see my inner hooligan?
Just make me walks the streets again
Without my two-wheel temple
I miss my, my bicycle

Was all I had
So now you die
Now you die
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker
Die, motherfucker, die