Why don't you come over here and see what you've created It'll make you laugh so hard you'll cry And lookin' into the black you make me so far past sick Lookin' into your eyes I wish you'd die No more dead No more dead Two, three, four Well I've seen the crosses burnt and holy And the people they all come down they're screaming "Hey man, it's a fix!" And I looked into the cause in which, you were striving towards And I thought, though of the wasted, the wasted youth.. No more dead No more dead No more dead dead dead No more dead No more dead No more dead No more dead dead dead No more dead He's lying all alone His life is stolen, yes it's gone Into the black of the night can't you see it was no fault of his own Trapped in a slum, bred into a slum, Killing his own instead of rich white men And he's never gonna escape from it now, Because it's over, and he's dead The endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
