Dave Schindele
Invincible
 
Lyrics
With my cocked popgun no German could escape this Army man
Towel and safety-pin for a cap I was Superman
Hands over eyes I was invisible
Can of spinach and PF Flyers
I was invincible
Invincible

Now all precautions and phobias
Overcompensations and hypochondrias
But I was invincible
I was invincible

I could make a motorcycle from clothespins and playing cards
I was king of the world, king of the hill, king of my front yard
I was invincible

I was a legend in my own mind
I was a hero of every kind you could find
I was invincible

What's wrong I'd like to know with bein' a little full of it?
What's wrong I'd like to kinow with puttin' a little cock-and-bull in it?
If it means you're invincible?
I was invincible

Tell you a secret sometimes I'd to begin again
Tell you a secret sometimes I'd to throw a little caution to the wind
And be invincible wanna be invincible
I was invincible
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Dave Schindele
Music Credits: Dave Schindele
Producer Credits: Dave Schindele
Publisher Credits: Dave Schindele
Performance Credits: Dave Schindele
Label Credits: Dave Schindele
Description
Short Song Description:
Childhood revisited.
Metadata
Song Length: 3:14
Primary Genre: Folk-Rock
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Mood 1: Exultant
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