ترانه:
White Boy

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'

now Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right, yeah Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy

had to go along with You're banging the rocks at the old city docks Poor boy, poor boy, poor boy, poor boy Poor boy, poor boy, poor boy, poor boy You

, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Ford, Ford The white boy is back And you know he can never be wack The white boy is back The white boy is back With his foot

It's been such a long time And I was just a child then What will you say When you see my face? Time feels like it's flown away The days just pass and

The ghost comes to visit With my keys in his pocket Kisses on my mouth With his eyes hanging out of his sockets Memories crumbling Under steel resistance

When I first saw you You had on blue jeans Your eyes couldn't hide anything I saw you breathing, oh Saw you staring out in space When I next saw you

Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong, it's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit

Hey boy don't tease me You've gotta know how i feel You've gotta know the real me Hey boy don't hurt me You wanna live like james dean But you should