that your light would never stay And all that's left to show Are memories now but I can truly say I was king for a day And I think I know The reason
Traduzione: Carburante. Re per un giorno.
putting food on the table In this camp I'm champ, I hit a big up amp I spit shit that claps, and gives the track a cramp [Chorus x4] [H.A.W.K.] Like
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?), porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum, waddle on the voyage of the vouyer, six four sick king
almighty takes your side in killing man Then God's your murder king who leads you by the hand. Your divine beliefs that fuel the war machine, the feeds us agony but one day
the political gangster, man you gotta be high Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't swatted a fly Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms
Missing, Right About This Time Raise Your Glasses, What's My Modivation, That Ass is, Start A Conversation, Like As If, You Really Want To Know About A Day
x3] If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers I'll scream a
all the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped while the fuel cells they drained far too fast, I am dragged like worms on a hook through the hole
t pull that trigger/ Just a neighborhood fixture on the corner drinking liquor/ A two-time offender who got caught up in the moment/ Was close by when a
here?) Nah.. (RIGHT! RIGHT!) [Polite] Yo, yo.. Eh.. [Chorus x2: Polite] It's 2 sides of the fence, which one you on? Either a friend or foe, if a foe
stronger ever day And Lord knows I?ve been through some low valleys Even though my clothes are torn, my pride is strong I?m still king in my crown of
t grow [chorus] He?s got the red, white, blue Flyin? high on the farm Semper fi tattooed on his left arm Spend a little more in the store for a tag
pitch black brigade A new regime without crown or king Ruled by ice cold cadaver discipline A ravenous destruction of all civilian resilience A blackened
arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a
in the crowd Teacher told me get a job, save up for a 401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die with a smile instead I'm
1900th You better get your rest cause the next day comin Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin Your get your kings
hardcore with gun powder Blow the show into a black hole in a dark world Of spotlights and spot dates, top rate Hearts break, like a Beamer in a car chase
