Ya, your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say That I wanna hear The sound of the door slam on your ass out Is a music to my ears If I can't
You and I together in our lives Sacred ties would never fray Then why can I let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times
Zoned out afternoon Let's catch "who's on top of whom" Tell it like it is 'cause it isn't it anyway Much to my surprise I caught it right between the
We stand accused but you lie Varicose-veined finger, a prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger, free living fast But you're a sapsucker, you ain't
rat racial slime You can't be king of the world, if you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind
Traduzione: Skid Row. Slave To The Grind (Edited Version).
Traduzione: Skid Row. Slave To The Grind.