Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha need whatcha come here for Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight Takin me down is a prisoners right
Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything
Now I understand upon myself Never want again in the way I said it I don't know what the plan is but you can share With me Cause I'll be listening ear
Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch
Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants
I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How
Forget your problems Lay it down and start up In a sense of what you are Is what I want I've ran my colors Dripped down and drained out Tried a millions
Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend
Walk a little walk, smile, talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings
Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? (2x) Ey yo, Deutschland holt die Fahnen raus sie hi??ngen vom Balkon am Gartenhaus
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Saw you walking down the street Flares n slippers on your feet You was knocke from head to toe are you smart. no no no Flares n slippers [x3] oi Flares
Children who watch their fathers rise to work each day Becoming bitter as they piss their lives away Out of balance as he stumbles to the porch Too
Why burn poor and lonely Under a bowl or under a lampshade Or on the shelf beside the bed Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges First
On clearer days I can see the lights From my bedroom door On windy nights I can smell the lake As it drifts to me from the shore The traffic lights silently
the priest: - Everything's ready - Go and get me fresh meat - We're thirsty for sacred beverage - Hurry up! I can't wait anymore the assembly: - Here
(feat. kay one) Ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole hey yo Deutschland holt die Fahnen raus Sie hangn vom Balkon am Gartenhaus
