listen to the zoo
and the velvet underground
And the rapping and the hollering,
we don't like the sound
Niko is dead, computers make us dance
We live without enemies,
and we move in a trance
But a fennel with a back picker
turned up the tent
Blow out your brains,
the crossings are met
And you wonder why it took so long
I wear boots, she wears boots
Leather boots, handmade boots
Cowboy boots, shiny boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer,
we wear boots
Well I dreamt of how to live
in those freaky days of yore
Sang in the gaslight, slept on the floor
Where we worshipped the hobo
We didn't have a home,
wrapped up against the wind
Through the village we'd roam,
our friends played guitar
We was seen, Bill walked down the street
Well, I could have been on the cover
of Free Weaving Bob
I wear boots, leather boots
Snakeskin boots, handmade boots
She wears boots, cowboy boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer
We like boots
Now your hair isn't long
and your jeans are the same
And you think you're different,
but some things never change
Kids are demolishing the castles you built
And I'd give you the world,
but you'd be left with the guilt
We smoked pot, we drank beer,
we threw up on the chair
We never had the feelin',
we were walkin' on air
And you think it stopped the war,
but I don't agree
And you're grateful
that records are all out on CD
But I still say the whole thing was cool
I wear boots, leather boots
She wears boots, Texan boots
Handmade boots, snakeskin boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer
We like boots
Leather boots
Boots
Shiny boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer
Boot s
Leather boots
I'm looking good in my high
-heeled leather boots
I'm looking big in my high
-heeled shiny
Leather boots
Oh yeah