Released: May 11, 2017

Songwriter: Stephan Jenkins

Producer: David Gleeson

[Verse 1: Stephan Jenkins]
Miss Jones taught me English
But I think I just shot her son
'Cause he owed me money
With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn't mean it
But man, you should've seen it
His flesh explode

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Slow motion, in the ghetto
We tend to die young
Slow motion, in the ghetto
What a brother knows
Slow motion, in the ghetto

[Verse 2: Stephan Jenkins]
Now the cops will get me
But girl, if you would let me
I'll take your pants off
I got a little bit of blow, we could both get off
Later bathing in the afterglow
Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Slow motion, in the ghetto
We'll remember these days
Slow motion, in the ghetto
Urban life decays
Slow motion, in the ghetto

[Bridge: Stephan Jenkins]
And at home
My sister's eating paint chips again
Maybe that's why she's insane
I shut the door to her moaning
And I shoot smack in my veins
And wouldn't you?
See my neighbor's beating his wife
Because he hates his life
There's a knock to his fist as he swings
Oh man, what a beautiful thing
And death slides close to me
Won't grow old to be
A junkie wino creep

[Verse 3: Stephan Jenkins]
Hollywood glamorized my wrath
I'm a young urban psychopath
I incite murder for your entertainment
'Cause I needed the money
What's your excuse?
The joke's on you

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Slow motion, in the ghetto
Oh yeah
Slow motion, in the ghetto
Ah
Slow motion, in the ghetto
Ooh

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck