i've seen the dead end street and i've seen the hatred they bring i've dropped my jaw and lived screaming no until i saw it did no good but i couldn't
I've seen the dead end street and i've seen the hatred they bring i've dropped my jaw and lived screaming no until i saw it did no good but i couldn'
In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda
of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water
one of you guys lend her a dime? ALISA Just an apartment with no roaches and no dry rot ANITA Where the hot water comes out hot BOTH That's my Hollywood
the N.Z You so wrong like a dead end street We hard to beat Not aggressive on percussion, but conscience of what we speak Millennium folk music addressing
a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda
