Uhh, yeah Yeah, she lookin' right over there Mmm My neck, my fingers and my wrist Don't make me empty a clip Get a bottom upset and that's it Make a
(Chorus): We always have a choice At least I think we do Always tried so hard I thought this to be true Ashes to ashes, I'm in love with asses How you
All the kids at another show you hit the bottle and youre ready to go you got your blood stained shirt from last night now youre loaded and looking for
Its been four years and things have changed But through it all we still remain From the start you never gave us a chance We were only told it will never
city of los angeles 2002 the scum fill the streets and the punks are getting glued one more empty day and one last fix the disease is spreading while
you want to send me off to war to fight and fight and fight some more will i fight for this country? take vengence on the enemy i hear the people saying
We want the truth! Another day passes by and it all seems the same the search for truth contiues but only questions remain the lost search with hopeless
get home from school and walk through the door so stressed from your day you pass out on the floor but its not long before youre reminded why you hate
talkin trash on others thats all u ever do youre not impressing me im getting sick of you bringing others down instead or helping them up youre just
When I look back on my life, the wrongs and the rights, I know I've made mistakes, but never lost the fight, never fogot who I am, or lost my identity
let put aside the issues that are tearin us apart we got a long way to go but nows perfect time to start so quit waiting around for everybody else to
take a look around you and tell me what you see a messed up world backwards society were all to blame everybodys out to please themselves church and state
(1-2-3-4!) Twenty years have past, come and gone so fast, nothin's gettin better, nothin seems to last, but the rebellion I live for still stands
Make it bang dun tight the noose We can hang one Thought he was my dog Now we got to cut off love Ain't it bad news When a nigga AWOL crew You dont like
Amongst mountains, sacred fields Of the havoc of the evil gods A ferocious forged empire guards Mystical altars and monopoliths Heralds of primitive evil
Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three
black medieval death. Skinned alive by acid rain falling from the sky. The final hours. The sun burns with no regret. The worlds havoc. The black sky
We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will
