Songtexte:
Charles Bronson

Catch a lucky break, try to make it last Rig a blanket curtain up between the present and the past Play my lucky numbers for most of what they're worth

I bet you didn?t think we?d hear what you said. I guess I?ll have to make you cry again. Don?t come in my house because you?re not my friend. In fact

The way you think results in your outcome So when you're taught to expect to never amount to anything More than a fuckup your whole life and stereotyped

Proving yourself to me only proves why complainers like you should take your expectations and go to hell cuz criticisms are constructive only from people

We're tired of being your fucking commodity, retouching your faces obsessed with your bodies, listen - the tapped well's destined to stay dry so give

The picture on the wall doesn't seem accurate at all where everybody's white and smiling while you're piling up in the shit and dying and somehow nobody

The monster has been spawned and now it's ready for some serious moshing in the pit cuz it's ONLY THE STRONG allowed for an EVEN SCORE with me in an

I can't recall a time when I haven't heard your voice. You've hoisted yourself to center stage without giving us a choice. But nobodies paying attention

All the years growing up I anticipated the day. Now, the excitement has just become making the rounds The score and the win. With all the bases covered