Leathal weapon, blood shot eyes Another crackhead trying to make it to paradise Young white dude fingers his crucifix Smart dressed pimp snorts his designer fix Life here's for winners, death is for fools While tanned Al Pacinos orchestrate every move Down by the river the homeless retire To a night of near freezing 'round a half lit campfire
Hey dude, you know this place is on fire Hey man, there's so much hate and desire Hey Ma, do you remember my name? Hey God, we're still bleeding It's a cry from the street
Sirens wailing, there's a crowd on the strip Waiting for a jumper to take his last trip A travelling salesman from his hotel room buys a thrill A teenage schoolgirl's sugar daddy pays the bill A nervous driver pulls into the kerb Shots ring out, screams can be heard A bloodstained youth runs from the scene As tyres screetch down the backroads It's all a bad dream
Hey dude, you know this place is on fire Hey man, there's so much hate and desire Hey Ma, do you remember my name? Hey God, we're still bleeding It's a cry from the street
It's full of scum down here, why don't you disappear? Get off your ass and get a job you idle git Two four six eight, shut your mouth and give us break Two four six eight, who do we appreciate? United, unitedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
