Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generation. I?ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation. And it?s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds
are rolling, the knives are out Would-be presidents are all around I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm To see us six feet underground
Dice are rolling, the knives are out Would-be presidents are all around I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm To see us six feet underground
We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights and grow More out of control and psycho My realm is downtown, rampart district, Pico Union
: Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generation. I?ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation. And it?s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds
