floozy sittin' pretty In the city of sin I'm knockin' on your back door Baby let me in I'll take you down Light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire
pretty in the city of sin I'm knocking on your back door baby let me in Chorus: I'll take you down light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire Make your
Превод: Отрова. Душите On Fire.
sitting pretty in the city of sin I'm knocking on your back door baby let me in Chorus: I'll take you down light your fuse baby Set your soul on fire
poisonous, so poisonous This could be tragedy I'll take the risk, I'll take the risk, I'll . . . Closer, little closer than my heartbeat Hold my hand Feel me, come on
in my youth But I'm going back to Memphis - after you. ?If I could have seen you With blood on your bones Poison in your fingers But music in your soul
of Handsome Lake He drank your poison, swallowed your fire And lay with fever four long years He received a vision so inspired Three messengers with painted faces appeared On
showdown I saw the minute that I turned away I got my money on a palm tonight Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire She says she
they rest? when the poisons come up from the person they're next to ? pull the plug from the wound ''cause if the soul is the symptom the condition is
stays intent, whatever pays your rent, but saves your soul You know the drill, it go: [Mos & Diverse simultaneously] Hotter than most dudes From left to right, on
', you need to come back home We're all lookin' for somethin' The search will go on and on and on and on and on Hopeless, wondering if anybody noticed
A peaceful man opens fire A harmless soul trips a wire A careless child has expired Maybe it's just living gets me down Three dimensions and realistic
bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire The ruthless
rush when I catch slavery flashes Been born again like Paul on his way to Demascus Any questions? Just ask us Standin' on the four corners of the Earth
things to stand on Then cleared the ground for the mother ship to land on Sailed across the seas, followed the breeze Cured disease Made poison Settled
heat retaliation on a fucken hater Im at the carnival of souls like an L.A. raider verse two 16 bars I spit fire like a fucken dragon the shits methaphoric
la monotonia del tiempo Rompiendo la monotonia del tiempo It might hmm mmm mm mm, might rain money It might hi hi hi hi, might rain fire Now I'm gonna call, gonna call on
