of us all? Set yourself up for the fall, who's a slave to alcohol, I know a place where you can go, you'll probably see no one that you know, A few minutes
us all? Set yourself up for the fall, who's a slave to alcohol, I know a place where you can go, you'll probably see no one that you know, A few minutes
Traduzione: Poison Idea. Aa.
thru reggae, Jah this Jah that, what the fuck? Cant stand reggae, ANd I wont dance at a disco, Even if they play reggae, I feel bad, my P.M.A's good So
not be done with full devotion, Set yourself up, castration, Comic book hustler, you think youre so macho, Your girlfriens waiting for you with a broken
you don't know, Lets rock, What a fucking lame excuse, Change your mind but its no use, Fun for you don't come free, hey man smoke a joint for me, Sold
a point, Give it up, give it up, your life's a bunch of fuckin shit, Give it up, give it up, fuck your mom and spread the word, Youre a loser with a headache
Im looking for a cure, but where I'm standing, It looks like another one, nothing but bad things, Nothing but emptiness, a hit and run life wont take
Struggling country, Police state cry, Break the Stronghold, You have to try to be free, Actions now, the struggles on, No police brutality, smash it
dreams of Death, you were there The perfect crime, take my final breath The noose pulls tight, a perfect fit Swallow me up with your mistrust There's a
Don't get paid, shave my head, Wear a smile for those who are saved, Buried in my palms a nail, Burning in my souls a hell, Look in my heart see the
Take frustrations out on yourself, Think you've hurt all, there's no one else, Put your head thru a window, Then hold it high and let the blood flow,
my own, No gun, no way to make a mark, Impressed, obsessed with people dying, No choice for you, good deaths a blessing, Open wide and take your poison
Gotta think fast, gotta be on top, Step on their feet when the hammer's dropped, Try to fool them, whats right from wrong, They'll put you where you
standing at the start again, Stand up backwards, that's a fact, who's gonna follow your attack, Try to keep what you've got, even if it's not a lot, Everyday
right up the path into the black The city down below, shines up so bright We can do it in the moonlight Stare into the night, I see the truth Take a drink
a bigga than a tank-a Might stop and drop the anchor Make em' bounce an ounce on my lap And that's a rap, that's a rap (that's a rap, that's a rap) Drive
that Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins Let's connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth J-walkin a hook the past just passed
