...we colud see in the distance hundreds of men. their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick. Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too ashamed to
...We could see in the distance hundreds of men. their campsite illuminated, burning flesh, skin to stick. Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too ashamed
re scratching They're saying that I'm awful and disgusting and vulgar This is murder... no it's not This is murder... no it's not This is murder (
Übersetzung: The Day Before. This Is Murder.
What's left for me? When all my life revolves around regrets And every thought is a rod piercing my heart. Of the dreams I once had only ruins remain
silver Airstream. Red cherries slashing up the night cutting through that cordoned crime scene. There's been a murder in the trailer park tonight. Murder
...We could see in the distance hundreds of men. their campsite illuminated, burning flesh, skin to stick. Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too
...we colud see in the distance hundreds of men. their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick. Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too ashamed
Unborn baby in mother's womb waiting Screeching bloody fucking cunt slider on hold Beautiful afterbirth fucked and framed One more useless person to
m not blind and I'd have to not to see [Chorus:] Gettin' away with murder You can love a girl and hurt her That's gettin' away with, gettin' away with murder
And on the lee shore they were digging for more they were using the water to break up the stones when the girl came down it was before the sound of the
with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me walk the walk with me Come on Second line, super sundays and DJ's And even Petey Pablo and before
the curb Chuck got some mail? Cuz oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha, I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before
seventeen Slangin' iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless Like, a murder job and forgettin
em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders
AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it Game tight like elastic Wit a block ??? murder jack it Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga I'm on a trail to Hell, before
