Drinking like I'm Julian Pull up to the school and then Heard a loud pop Saw the students they were shooting at Blood on the sidewalk Heart beating fast now Thought it was a joke til I saw the TEC-9's out Chalk outlines now Sounds of the crime loud Helicopters, parents crying Fear is alive now Body count raise as the cops sit and wait Too scared to go in, maybe see their final day
The wind pickin' up, bodies getting laid down Say the music, say the parents, but who the fuck's to blame now? Nobody No cops thinking: "Hey, maybe, probably, We should go in the building, We could save a couple lives" Fuck it, rather stay outside where it's safe Hundred twenty minutes later now they 'bout to save the day Tears of the town til my neck 'bout to drown Head up, eyes closed, I don't wanna hear a sound
The breath in your lungs is the death of your son It's the love of your life, it's the loss of your touch The breath in your lungs is the death of your son It's the love of your life, it's the loss of the touchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
