Il testo della Niagara

Runnin around. i don't know why. i think i shot my mom last night.
I was not really there, i've been awared, i think i shot her under.
I was hanging around. right in my head. now i'm fucking coming off.
Nobody there. what did i do? well i think i'm nervous.
Love by a son again,i swadder another hole.
Riding around-around i got no feel of pain.
Cause i, they will cut me off, they won't give me credit cards no more.
Well i usually like card details showed.
They won't feel the nation.
Ooooohh