ترانه:
The Living End Blood On Your Hands

You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set

ترجمه: پایان زندگی. خون روی دست شما.

thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on

And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player don't sleep The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in

We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just

I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches Vain Vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn vrinnn Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives

that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling Right now I'm on

smash our shields Blood on my blade Dance in vain to stop their charge Pray for us inside, you know we live to fight We fall on the ground, like

't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla