Each word bitten Every fuck is pronounced With conviction written In justice announced And every hand that feeds is bitten If it steals from hungry mouths Convention be damned I know who I am and some words Are just to fucking loud They can’t be ignored
Twice our bitter lifetime Tucked tightly in their belts But spat and bit in such a way That you just know how it felt What it means to be a man And what it means to refuse it Things I learned along the way While listening to their music So laugh then cry so I’ll try but to laugh again
Throw your hands up in the relief That twenty years won’t end their reign, their reign, their reign The reign of unending terror The rain that brings us warning The rain that breaks the sky and gives us hope For the end of this long night Red sky morning light
The truth is some days I don’t have any morals at all The truth is I left them in the men’s room at the truck-stop in the second stall The truth is some days I don’t have any morals at all The truth is I left them in the men’s room at the truck-stop in the second stall
And that’s the kind of enemy that obscures The very core of me My shallow lacking and disbelief Steps back while flipping the sleeves of Cd books with cold-cocked hooks Flip the kings uplift the rooks Spit on the diamond cuffs Of the real crooks
When you look in my eyes who do you see When you look in my eyes who is it When you look in my eyes who do you see When you look in my eyes who is itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
