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Texty: Street Dogs. State Of Grace. Guns.


We like to stress a lot
Never blow our top
That red light pace
Screaming in our bus
There goes the blood
Too cold tonight
On board a mother crys
Over a passing daughter
Spike in a line
Heartbeat not fine
Let's shock and go

Stray shots ignite this city
Into a casualty zone
Goodbye young girl, farewell cruel world
She's never coming home
Stray shots ignite this city
It's all so heartbroken and torn
Goodbye young girl, farewell cruel world

Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop!

They got straps to got
Boston explodes
A gang will roll
Hummy hits the street
Spies the enemy
Shot gun that fool
O mercy look
It sniped a baby right off a mailbox
I guess they got it wrong
When are bullets right
Want to choke the night

Stray shots ignite this city
Into a casualty zone
Goodbye young girl, farewell cruel world
She's never coming home
Stray shots ignite this city
It's all so heartbroken and torn
Goodbye young girl, farewell cruel world

Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop!
STOP!

Guns are indiscriminate
You know they take away
How many young kids do you think
They just took from us today
Hey NRA do you have a say
For the mothers of the world
Whose kids guns stole
Sending them too soon into a six foot hole

Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop!

No no more, no no more, no no more
No more guns