Now, Jerry hates the blacks And Jerry hates the Jews Jerry hates women And Jerry hates you Jerry's kids get buttfucked And blown in Jerry's bed When Jerry's
Übersetzung: Sloppy Seconds. Jerrys Kids.
Your days are mapped out And your life's a game without a doubt BREAK THE MOLD GO YOUR OWN WAY BREAK THE MOLD THROW IT AWAY There's no time left
should see THERE'S CRACKS IN THE WALL WATCH THEM FALL I dig it when I walk down the street I check out all the people I meet They know I know there's
THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG I GOT A FEELING THAT I... I DON'T BELONG HERE I KNOW IT'S TRUE I DON'T BELONG HERE AND NEITHER DO YOU I got a feeling It's
IT? IS THIS MY WORLD? IS THIS IT? IS THIS MY WORLD? It feels so cold on the street There's no more feeling, it's all concrete Is this the world
People, they open their palms to me What they want they take from me What I got they gotta take There's no more truth, it's all a fake BUILD ME
, just putty in your hands So push me down, you push me to the ground Just give me pain, and watch me suffer, watch me gasp BETTER LOOK OUT MAN IT'S
And there's no more day, you're living in night IT'S A NEW WORLD YOU BETTER LEARN TO DIE IT'S A NEW WORLD YOU BETTER LEARN TO STARVE IT'S A NEW WORLD
is near There is no time So lock the door, crawl in the corner But there's no hiding from the master burner A fine white powder left on the counter It's
VISIONS OF WAR VISIONS OF THE DEAD His pencil becomes a bayonet You tried to help but the fire's set Now he's after you and he's after me We're
Caught in a web Direction is unsaid Lost in a fog This day I dread I'M LOST Questions plaguing me Clouded dreams can't be seen Someone throw
What is this I'm too blind to see Open arms Beckon me RAISE THE CURTAIN AND YOU ARE EXPOSED A bloodstained mind But what of my hands? Blood
And watch their lives go down the drain TEAR IT UP TEAR IT UP WE NEED THE CHANGE WE NEED THE CHANGE I look around, there's no place to play They
Find Out Cut Through The Rope Nope Not Stayin Tied Down Gone For A Minute Yup Back On The Grind Now Thought I Was Finished Nope Not Jerry Seinfeld
anarchy We just wish you'd go away Why are you a moron? A trendy loser's what you are It's your scene and your it's czar I'd like to see you covered
just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh) My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue witcha dead grandmother's
