carin' if we live or die Crowds start runnin', breathin, Starin' at the sky One more death means one more lie Red Alert Red Alert Red Alert Red Alert Red
Play, play it on Play it on Play, play it on Saddle up, and get the tape Saddle up and get the tape Wrap me up, and tear me down Red tape fill up all
Превод: Agent Provocateur. Бюрокрация.
red the ways I gonna die Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry Tired and red confirm by oath the death Tired and red to my last breath See the knife
I heard she's thinking bout taking my life She's got the guy killer eyes in her sights It wouldn't take long for this one to tire A desperate man sought
What do you get for your anger And what do you get for your pain Its how you live this life in danger Your always on the go Still only scars remain Well
Travel long on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end Whiskey fueled on another load On this trip there aint no time for games Kick one back
Ricky had a will Ricky had a way Ricky was a stubborn kid He showed it every day But he didn't yell And he didn't fight Instead of starting arguments
I could use a little help Getting back my guts These past two years have run me down To the ground When I got the nerve just to break it all Wide open
shinin' in the blue patrol car light It seems like every time I gotta go out, I gotta get in a fight Rolled up in the gutter and the blood red fills my
Under suburbia the energy flows Into the night slowly the city goes I know you're out there are thinking of me Take away my troubles make me see clearly
YEA! Wanna tell you a story About a friend of mine in the pen When the gavel fell and the lock down cell He swore he'd have his revenge I aint taking
You're right, I should fight And jump around tonight But got no will left, this place took it all Win, lose, take a walk in my shoes Tell me, which side
YEA! I've seen the worst I've seen the best Time is runnin out once again for me I please so hard just to try so hard to pay the rent I try so hard just
A smack in the face A knife in my back I wanna go under again The day so fast and the Night so short How could this be my only friend? Now I know what
Hitman, hitman, where ya been? Gotta magical mystery plan? You're goin' round town breaking all the rules But you're the king of fools I'll just point
Kelly's got a problem yeah she's dyin' every day She sits all by herself and hope that it will go away She's got everything a girl could want Got money
My mind is flyin' round, still pulsing from the sound, oh yeah Forgot to lock the gate, close the book and seal my fate, oh yeah Gotta get back to that
