Testi:
Machine Head Colors

My life is violent But violent is life Peace is a dream Reality is a knife My colors my honour My colors my all With my colors upon me One soldier stands

Traduzione: Machine Head. Colori (Ice-T Cover By Machine Head).

on dash reclined watching TV Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd Later on we hold and jumping, to the pretty Bentley Did I mention in the steering wheel's, a color

plane Have seat, swallow me deep into the Mouth of misery drinking pure fuel Cut a head off Give me the freedom to have my own left Dirty black color throws a machine

bitch ass with my armada A pack of barracudas that'll settle for nada Cataclysm, you get cardiac arrest Cuz I exploit your righteous till the bitch give head

butt is wack, skinny hips Bald head weave with the ashy lips Wig in the back seat With pay-less shoes on her feet Dirty Jeans With mildew spots in the washing machine

Doctype please help me set fire to the squeamish, Well it's all truth or dare once the angel gets his Nike's, taking arsenic to the head spells hell on

don't need it . . . Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all the unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head

your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head