about All day long I'm smoking Always a thrill butI'm not getting high I'm not excited I don't feel like it Deterioration I've got a cracked brain, cracked brain
Übersetzung: Zerstörung. Cracked Brain.
: Don't look around, I tell you what you will see There's only dirt everywhere Step with my feet in puddles of acid rain I cannot bear Running around
: You've made your choice just now For a better solution - peaceful revolution Time has never been on your side Been taken out for a ride You've just
: I'm fed up with these fuckin' assholes Wish 'em all disease, hope they die From cancer in their mind Like to kill 'em with chainsaw Sitting there with
: [The Knack cover]
we all begin to learn Disrespect we don't deserve In times like these we need to care We've never ever really spoke About the problems that provoked A quiet destructive
: Sliding into deep depression Leaving such a magic time Away from all the world's intrusion To find liberation in mind You're just a fool and it's true
: Don't try to reach light of day Then you will never be in trouble As soon as you're here they interfere And start to fill your brain with crap Die
: There's no more to be felt No need to gasp for air Floor of the bathroom has stopped to be So cold and hard - so cold and hard There's no more sound
it happened How I got to this point But I needed a way out I was stuck in a ploy I needed another path or I'd self destruct I was down on my luck My head
has life come to? Tell me whatta you think? Crack babies be born like everyday I sucker born every minute right around my way What a rush when you're brain
as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor on the brain, down to earth
darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate
happened, how I got to this point But I needed a way out, I was stuck in a ploy I needed another path or I'd self destruct I was down on my luck, my
eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare
