Your number's come up Too bad you're fucked In the wrong place At the wrong time Minding your own business You put up no resistance Now you lay bleeding There was no feeling You handed over the wallet They just let you have it On the quiet street A block from your home You were stalked As you walked alone Sensless death There's no escape Even in suburbia You're not safeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
