Testi:
The Left Rights Crap

's that one and there's gunna be more gas, you know what I'm saying? I don't know if you able to hear the pee-pee right now. My stomach is bloat up like

Shining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissue [Chorus x2] He was only thirteen when he burst his splean The shot was fatal He died right

before daylight shows its face Honestly I'm Taking big strides In a race towards normalcy Where more is more And less is weak Where love is crap, emotion speaks For us all What's really right

sell people crap And make them eat it Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left

That reminded me of our past infatuation Your presence alone made my heart rate switch Like records on broken needles that skip Now I'm skippin' the games, plus cutting the crap

Put your muthafuckin' hand in the air) I want you to stand on up! Now I got something to tell ya (Swing it from left to right) I'll tell you, now that

blowed [Bad Boy] Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood Im fightin' the mind and if I lose I'll be out of my noose I left school just to ride with

all apart, To keep us all divided when the troubles start. Pogo on a nazi, spit upon a jew, Vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new. Left wing violence, right

2: Kemo] Hit the turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out