my dreams Running down the boulevard I never thought I'd see the day When the night is coming down, I pray I am lost in a maze Of stolen dreams Lossing
little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams
X Method slabs and cocaine So the feds wanna search us like arabs boardin' tha planes I'm in tha range switchin' lanes Reminscin' on cans and sardines And car dreams
not the one that lights light up I'm not the one that changes with time If despiste everything I stayed the same It's to get close to my childhood dreams
den Sand, Gib mir cans und ich male euch den Teufel an die Wand. Ey Yo, was kam zuerst, das Huhn oder das Ei? Ekaveli und die 40 Dreamer, ruft die Polizei
and blue for actin' true! I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all stands, Proof that I be sniffin' on aerosol cans. I'm stompin'! I'm kickin'! I'm chokin
: [by Stromblad/Dronjak/Cans] Outcast a time of war, when mankind lost control of life and death, under surveillance I watch the children pray, while
: [by Cans/ Stalfors] Is is too late to go in peace, I wonder how how these things did start anyway Maybe too late to find a way, when the trail of
on and off landing pads letters to dad, coz its like man he's sad but he can't see the tents that we call home cans of VB and pins ups on the lockers
and off landing pads letters to Dad 'cause it's like, man, he's sad But he can't see the tents that we call home cans of VB and pin-ups of chicks off
you shoulda seen me Drunk at the party drinkin 5th of M.D. Cold passed out on my homeboy's crib Curled up on the floor like a motha fuckin kid Dreamen
where the wind is blown Never before felt so alone More aware of skin and bone I watch the parade of human folk Strips of rubber, cans of Coke Making
a mustard seed See to me it's nothing could just as easily drown you or be what you breathe Enslaved by plastic I weep and dream of the days when I once
Those D-Town boys, carry the calico Detroit make noise everywhere that we go [Eminem:] Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass She had dreams of
inside's potato sacks Yeah, talk money, I'm made of that Cocaine parties, like the 70?s I cater that You know what fame is? Sittin with the women of your dreams
: it's been so long, and tin cans and string for years is all that we've known, could it be you're really here 'cause my eyes are open, and everything
a D, I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me Me and ?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter We had five quid between us, bought us six cans
