L.A. lady you always look so uninspired when you're hanging around living with creeps and loving with liars and everybody knows it's true that all
번역: Minutemen. 저는 화이트 보이 죄책감, 타의 그링고 톤 느낌.
번역: 브롱스. 화이트 죄책감.
Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers Guilt and Regret O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart Guilt and Regret and me wake
This when I was young, before I knew nothing Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands. I Am The Bloody Earth
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized Just take a look at the whites of my eyes See me now and I will apologies For me, for you, we knew they were
nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off With a skirt of green net sewed over With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible] white
flowin' on the hudson Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white
and palm it's been a blizzard Bitches wanna know who that nigga po? When you think of me just think of Snow All white hard white masterpiece all white
(Fiends swearin' that's they last puff) It's all a struggle (Hustler tryin' to avoid handcuffs) (No matter what you do, who you are or where you from) (Rich, poor, black, white
the liar (Not guilt) To the cheater (Not guilt) To the deceiver (Not guilt) Even to the believer (Not guilt) There is their point no condemnation to them (Not guilt
you feeling alright now? Paint myself all red, white, blue Are you singing let's fight now? Innocent people die [Incomprehensible] Show you love your country go out and spend some cash Red, white
Ya, go, thy tide, float, I am guilt and I am God The razor that cuts your flesh, the whores that trace you The blood reflecting white The curse of your
With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours Substitute the anger and oppression With guilt and depression and it's yours, it's yours White
must remain calm, wear my mask Where are the walls that I built? No, this isn't my fault, I shall feel no guilt Phrases colliding from different directions
Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake Grow in our kitchens in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies Twisting our guts, melt our spine
dope seven stars! seven stars! the kingdom is ours the stairs the light the street the blue and whites deep in the flat with the technicolor cat and hey my varicose guilt
