toby turner – get bloody lyrics
i always dreamt of bmx. ha!
got no more time for dreaming.
my ex-wife resisted bringing our.
9 year old son timmy.
-no dad, i don’t…
-come on.
-i don’t wanna go.
-you’re going.
-i really don’t.
-shut up son.
-gah
we don’t need a car
-dad, that’s a cliff.
i’ll just hold
-um
the sp-cebar
-dad you’re going to fast.
-argh!
-no, dad!
resp-wn at the start,
didn’t get very far.
-we never do, dad.
-shut up son!
i ride a bike with my son,
we always have so much fun.
-no we don’t.
unless there’s mines on the ground,
-dad, landmine!
then things are gonna get bl–dy.
-oh no!
i ride a bike with my son,
-dad!
sometimes we do bottle runs
-nooo!
sometimes we dodge harpoon guns
-aow!
sometimes i get to launch timmy
-what? nooo!
sometimes i get to launch timmy
-noo!
for tim’s perspective, just press c.
-noooo!
i think it’s time to get bl–dy.
i think it’s time to get bl–dy.
oh no!
-dad, stop.
-i can’t, son.
-give up, dad.
-i don’t know how.
-it’s just not fun anymore dad.
-ah, so you admit it was fun once?
-gah!
it’s hard to keep on living.
-arghhh, god!
this course is unforgiving.
-gargh
-oh no, dad!
-gargh
i doubt that will be healing.
-dad, you should go to the hospital.
-i don’t have insurance.
son, keep the handles steady.
-dad, what are you doing?
-winning son, charlie sheen.
-oh god.
we’ve come too far
to give up on this course.
-i disagree… argh!
-aowww!
i don’t need my arms,
that’s what my son is for.
-no dad, slow down!
-wooooo!
we’re riding towards a big jump.
we fly in front of the sun,
‘s about time we finally won.
think we have earned a victory.
-yesss!
-yay
-we did it!
-yay
-oh yeah!
-oh good.
-wanna go again?
-no!
-you know what i’m gonna do?
-i’m gonna put on my victory helmet.
-oh, you look like a robot!
robotic dance of victory
robotic dance of vic-
robotic dance of victory
robotic dance of vic-
robotic dance of victory
robotic dance of victory
robotic dance of victory
robotic dance of victory
-i’m irresponsible mom.
-thought i should be in this song.
-he rides a bike with our son.
-don’t wanna fight for custody.
-i’m kinda glad when he’s gone.
-i got two kids of my own.
-and killing us would be wrong
-unless it happens out of frame.
-whoa!
-good one son!
-aargh!
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