Testi:
Mad Happy

Nail on the record make the beat sound raw. Needle was wore out, had to replace it. Face it; tape up the 'lectric wires, So as not to cause underground

self-prescribed chemistry. Drinkin' beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor. Drinkin'. Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy

ya gonna think, gonna win this fight, Be the one in black or the one in white. Two sides to every story. That's the thing that's makin' me mad. The gory

love me, you love me, you love me. Those words you'll never mean. They sound as hollow as the deadest tree, In the dead of winter on the darkest night. You make me mad

gun to my head hoping that i find a reason not to shoot bang bang shoot bang bang Words by Mike iLL and Rivka Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI (Thanks

Come on, come on, come on and take your mamma for a spin Get up, get in, pick it up pick it up pick it up The night is young, the whiskey and the bourbon

ten thousand days memory is basically a stressfull haze runniun from the demons I'm supposed to face wake up wake up Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy

the answer a yin-yang hang in the 4th dimension the teseract swing, the timestar stomp double-click soft drive digital dump Words by Mike iLL and Rivka Music by Mad Happy

It's a loaded question like a loaded gun, When I ask if anybody wants to come, On a trip across the Universe, To where Jimi, Janis and Jaco rehearse.