Songtexte:
Pavement Spit On A Stranger

Bad Brains drop, They rip you like a Sunday paper. Glass clear, Hold me like a suicide ranger in his lair, A suicide ranger, Uh, uh, ah. Down on saint

The Wind Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin

it last I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger Well, I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger I see the sunshine in your

Übersetzung: Pflaster. Spit On A Stranger.

not connecting Them protected by a force field locked in an engagement Until I see the color red when pounding heads into the pavement Caught up in a chase scene or working on a

it last I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger Well, I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger I see the sunshine in your eyes

Chuck Taylors hang And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain And Game got a lot

. On the loose, no juice, get used to the sound Of the buckshot pound, bodies bleedin' on the ground. In attack mode, everyone around gets hit When this heatseek shit locks on

last I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger Well, I could spit on a stranger You're a bitter stranger I see the sunshine in your eyes