I haven't slept since the puberty years An adolescence filled with dope and fear The glorious results of a misspent youth And a million new ways of not telling the truth
Oh no, Now I'm stuck between a rock and a rock Should I crawl out to tell you my story
All my days have been kidnapped I cannot pay the ransom Now I'm living on your time Just like old Charlie Manson
Oh yeah, I want to tell you about it No pink houses in my american dream No picket fences or friendly neighbors I'm living inside, but I still travel far
I don't want it, you can have it No material needs No extra nothing, just a cell in an abstract life I am the king the neighborhood If you want to hate me then I think you should And I am the king of the neighborhood If you want to love me then I think you should I don't want a baby that looks like that She don't wan't a baby that looks like that I don't want a baby that looks like that She don't wan't a baby that looks like that
Oh yeah That's it, that's my story Put in here, out of sight...No future in an abstract lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
