Suggested label: Spinnin' Talent Pool

[Verse 1] You cut left in the gray dust I’m laughing through my visor glass Your little bike kicks up silver Like a comet made of brass You stole Dad’s old chain flags And taped 'em to your sleeve Now you’re grinning like trouble And I’m trying hard to breathe [Pre-Chorus] Hey, little brother Wait for me You’re ten feet wide In lunar speed [Chorus] On the moon, on the moon I’m chasing you, chasing you On the moon, on the moon Same old nonsense, brand new view On the moon, on the