It’s living and breathing Its on the nose The stench and the filth Scars on my foes Many years have passed Yet the nights move fast Home is the street Like it colder and bleak
Belong to no one Deny the blame The only way to keep it Give it away
Relentless is the chill Build a home from an old wet box Leave a tip in the till
Be unafraid Thrive down the drain
Its streaming blood All down my face Got Stomped again Die drunken bastard
Smash your face This bottle’s good Drank it deep Die Drunken bastard
Wounds are always fresh and so the scabs are never dry Gutter is the place in which we choose to live our lives Square inside a circle is the symbol in my eye Home is where the gutter is and this is where I’ll dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
