You'll never understand my rage They've never had to borrow They've never had to steal They eat it with their silver spoon For us it's real Take my scars
hidden in disgrace that has become now an open sore it is a false messiah it is the face of pain the bringer of the bittersweet the heretic insane [chorus:] take my scars
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Take My Scars.
face hidden in disgrace that has become now an open sore it is a false messiah it is the face of pain the bringer of the bittersweet the heretic insane [chorus:] take my scars
You'll never understand my rage You've never had to borrow You've never had to steal You eat it with your silver spoon For me it's real Take my scars
with the Calico, stop ya hoes From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers Take
Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My
presents Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My
these games? Fuck with my head, it's all the same, push me too far, then lie and fake it. You're pushing your luck and I can't take it! Spread a rumor
throw your neck out Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars Come grab the sub machines, Joe step to seminars Niggaz with diamonds, armed crack heads, clock y'all rhymin Take
opened up like presents Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My
ultimate machine, With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream. Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy, Taking all the world
about your take on me, we take on you Yo, yo, yo We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might
rage explodes So take my hand across this land I won't go down, stand my ground Chorus This nation's built on fighting war after war And for my brothers
survive then you can cover up your scar with a beard I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my
your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet door. I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is
