You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set
You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set free
Übersetzung: The Living End. Blood On Your Hands.
better You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be
time passes by I see you everyday come and go Hoping for salvation With tears in my eyes End this coma!! Hoping for a sudden death With blood on your hands End
on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that
nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your
on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all
I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your
as cold hands reap the pain they've sewn you've taken the last of me blame the end on yourself you deserve each tear that falls scratch out your eyes the blood
I would rest my face is covered in your blood. No, this is not the end, you'll live on eternally. Oh, lord, it's not the end, my secret you'll forever
: Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand, like the sun's just gonna drop ,if it's night you demand? Well in the dark we're just air,
the mocking? Decrepit, defaulter, my end will be your slaughter Betrayer, aggressor, You really want to make me die? That's why your end is near Nothing
amazing, it even smells like a street There?s a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of
Now you on the flo', blood leakin out your brain Mannn, that's the way it is That's how it be, that's how we live Watch your back, cause these kids tote
mark But you live on, every single day In many different ways It?s the truth between his cunning lies That hands him his suspicious alibis Persuading with your
than the amster blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match and the worst
to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin smell like shit And live in the gutter and sell
