will No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you can't, it's not my fault there's wall to wall empty cans
번역: 마크, 래리. 빈캔.
번역: 거리. 빈캔.
day I will, No-ones going to fucking tell me jack, But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans
My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the
ground The empty town Nothing is left in the lost and found Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've done Shootin' tin cans
that I will see Some good behind all of this ugly When my job was garbageman I'd go out and empty the garbage cans And I'd come upon some rotting remains
bag but just a home Where you blast him at I'm talkin' 'bout Tie it up with a shoe string And a picture hook stuck in the thang Layin' on empty cans
'em alive His body's decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans
for forgiveness steady send it down all i am is just one man tryna smoke as best i can keep a bitch thats ill at makin bongs not empty soda cans rollin
air stays hot and misty, I see crack fiends with rotten titties, Twist the top off a whisky, east the block is risky, That's why my shots empty, till
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
Down in the sewer Picking up quite a lot of empty coca cola cans And there sure are a lot of them around here How did I get down here? Well it's
no need for anger, there's no need for blame There's nothing to prove, everything's still the same Just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea
tank Well, we caught all the fish and we drank all the beer And we ran outta gas, now we're stuck out here A bunch of empty cans and worthless fishing
