Songtexte:
Morgen Running Out Of Time

the spot, bill was runnin the place Payed mad dues, shows, made hundreds of tapes Sold drugs studio time my gun in ya face Look at me now, Non-Phixion running

You motherfucking bitches make me bored Let's go on If you think the world is really fucking yours If we must fill the morgue Then we will fill the morgue

company that he'd wield like a mighty sword. The great tool he would lovingly refer to as 'The Chainsaw'. The morgue, Charlie said, was the music business where everyone sells out