there's nothing else to do and everything's old news hit the sheets, hate the spins tomorrow i'll wake up again today was such a sight for bloody red
before for those corrupt In the red Just look at your alternatives We're not some fucking group for hire And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a
's out there's nothing else to do and everything's old news hit the sheets, hate the spins tomorrow i'll wake up again today was such a sight for bloody red
than before for those corrupt In the red Just look at your alternatives We're not some fucking group for hire And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a
not your life Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night You're clever and in control of situations you provoke I can hear you laughing at punch lines But I didn't hear a
minds So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines If all you want is just your own set of rules Never nurse a guilty conscience for a
I'm kissing your million dollar grin You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands I'm shaking your over
If punk's not a religion then you don't have a savior's word And it's not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts 'Cause you've got nothing to say
You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and 'cause a
You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and cause a
in triple threat Stay balling, quick enough to move in any direct Detect what comes next man, that's a magnet You're better off playing a one man game
boiling of the seas Black smoke of red hot molten metal; Mankind forges a new age of casualties The essence of survival is to see Potential threats
texas, fucking bastards dragged a black man with a truck as his body smashed and splattered they didn't give a fuck i wouldn't give a fuck if a bullet
swill two in the back Looking down on a Cadillac Catch the headliners first note Have a drink on someone you know Stroke of midnight your friends turn a
(verse 1) red light, blue light someone's gonna die tonight there is tension in the air, people dying everywhere suddenly you're surrounded by the ones
deal and trade Compare the guns they made - big gun. Secrets held from humanity. Errors kept under lock and key Mistrust, another people lost. Red atomic
