I'm scared to death Of myself I can't feel anything I can't feel anything I have become the pain I have become my own demons I'm tired of being a punk
i will bring you the truth it's 1917 all over again about a bloody revolution that's about to begin i got my torch and pitch fork got the day off work
there ain't nothing on this mother they think we don't own it they try so hard to make us forget, get they think we don't own it they try so hard to make
Giant steps are what you take Walking on the moon I hope my legs don't break Walking on the moon We could walk forever Walking on the moon We could live
like some girl in a snuff video with a chord around her neck and her veins full of blow she's dancing like she doesn't know that she's hanging in the
everything inside my house is broke the stove don't work my window is cracked it's all fucked up a hall of broken mirrors path of broken glass everything
such pretty packaging we're all in the front row salivating to watch the legless fucking palms sweaty on the floor push push i can't see myself there'
I would die for peanut butter Come on y'all! Go! Are you ready? Start the riot! Start the riot! Start the riot! Start the riot, now! Fight! War! Fire
I didn't go out today I won't go out tomorrow I'll just sit at home and wallow in my sorrow have you got some hope i can borrow I used to think so big
Traduzione: Yokko Kanno. Run Rabbit Junk.
them the air is rarified but you don't give a damn 'cuz the groove is hellafied grew up punk, listening to funk I'm a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk
cat say Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice But
grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz
Aguilera When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit
Way out to the way out to the setting sun The muskrat and the bullfrog The rabbit and the skunk Old barns full of blue sky Backyards full of junk Flat
song for the maker(Chickenman Chickenman) On the road to Athens I saw a dead deer on the highway I slipped into a desert I killed five prairie dogs and a rabbit
incomplete But when I put that shit in Flipmode, they start running from the squad You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard I got that rabbit in
Rastus is a nigger. Thug mugger junkie. Black golly gob. Big horny monkey. Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies. Send him home soon. Back to the trees