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Übersetzung: Circle Of Dust. Babylon.
of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris
now, the beats run wild in the East Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0 Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem
communicate or never seem to fit clean into society's spine Here's to a life gone before it began A deadman marathon dead babylon man (don't forget) what
disbelief as he crawls underneath The rock cock back the glock, 'cause I don't trust The Devil, I rebel until Babylon is dust Warner, Elektra, Atlantic
of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a
disbelief as he crawls underneath the rock cock back the glock, cause I don't trust the Devil I rebel until Babylon is dust Chorus
marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like
in disbelief as he crawls underneath the rock cock back the glock, cause I don't trust the Devil I rebel until Babylon is dust Chorus
