Give me time to realize my crime. Let me love and steal.. I have danced inside your eyes. How can I be real.. . Do you really want to hurt me. Do you really want to make me cry.
Miraculous you call it babe. You ain't seen nothing yet. They've got Pepsi in the Andes. McDonalds in Tibet. . Yosemite's been turned into. A golf course for the Japs.
There's nothing left inside your world, it's dying. Just close your eyes, eternity is just another game. You're just another clone, so shed your skin now.
Featuring The Refugee All Stars. I wanna dedicate this song,. gone til november,. to all you ladies out there,. crying all alone in your room,. and all you fellas,.
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak. Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent. I remember when I was young. All my people told me I could. Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up.
Victims thier bodies covered with thhier blood. Forever dead sever gashes through thhier fat. Nonsense they lived in vein and died in vein. >From birth to death they continually had got insane.
Won't you give me some time to realize my crime. Let me love you steal. I have danced inside your eyes. How can I be real?. . You wanna hurt me now, baby.
Victims - of what your fucking bill dicates. Victims - of all the fucking greed and fucking hate. Victims - 'cause the fucking law always says so. Victims - in the fucking word we know.
Lay me spread eagle out on your hill yeah. Then write a book 'bout how I wanted to die. It's hard to talk WITH YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH. I will try to scream in pain a little nicer next time.