Texty:
The Living End Into The Red

' out of my head Gotta go now but I'll never slow down When the world outside is red Into the red Into the red Into the red Into the red, the sixties

goin' out of my head Gotta go now but I'll never slow down When the world outside is red Into the red Into the red Into the red Into the red, the sixties

mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe

A. wanna indict me 'Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces The Pyrex pot rolled up my sleeves Turned one into two like a Siamese twin When it end

) As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt

jewels are like a menu And trust me nigga we intend to eat Fuck around and cross that I-395 You just run into a bunch of dead end streets Niggas with

to heights ya' not meant ta', The game's over, so roll over, I'm sober, but I'll still kidnap a so called soldier, In a boat I'll row into dover, Yeah

We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up Either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya

We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya