Bass! how low can you go?. Death row. what a brother knows.. Once again, back is the incredible. The thyme animal. The incredible d, public enemy number one.
How much does an opinion weigh. Does it really matter what I say. I can't be responsible. Be yourself or be a tool. . Who cares what you expect. What is politically correct?.
Bass! How low can you go?. Death row, what a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. The rhyme animal. The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One.
I speed to beat the sunrise..... Weigh a million on the road to sanity. My heart my soul my love it's taunt. And I question each turn that I make in my mind.
Why do I explain myself when everyone's. An idiot but me. I think some people need. Killing for stupidity and I'll be born again. Kicking and screaming.
Hardcase. Fist full of brass. Double barreled pistons and a tank full of gas. He's a heavyweight. Enforcer inside. Like a man in the chair he's gonna go for a ride.
Worship the ground you barely walk on. You give of yourself but your angels are gone. Deny your body is screaming. But your heart and your soul they're bleeding.
Looming large like a favorite son. One more time comes my obsession. Like a mountain stream that ends in mud. I'm wading in waiting for the flood, sinking.
Yes, no, yes, no. Not, another word. you'll know what to do. Right. In your face they see it. In their face you.... Take it. Make up their minds. Aggression turns the screws.
You walk this earth without a heart. You tear the innocent's souls apart. You shovel your conscience into the grave. You walk this earth without a heart.
Standing on some dotted line. Reacting to the hands of time. A circumstance that I've been fed. Leaving questions in my head. . Find the space that was left bare.
Bass! How low can you go?. Death row what a brother knows. Once again, back is the incredible. Rhyme animal. . The incredible D. Public Enemy number one.
I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes. All the circling wagons and where I draw the line. All the birds of prey that keep searching. Have come to feast on my little black heart.
You couldn't tell it by the tone that I want you?. You couldn't guess from the vibe that you're mine?. Shot glasses, burnt out cigarettes. You wanted nothing, baby, get in line.