| Lyrics: | Only 21 with his whole life ahead of him,
Thinking about the friends he had,
Now that
they're six feet under,
Paying the price for a blunder,
Can you feel his pain; it's crashing
like thunder.
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear
he can't hide,
Another punk sucker steps into the focus,
Making him desappear, with a little
hocuspocus.
[chorus]
Just another punk sucker from the boulevard farm.
Your
mind is blind, and your eyes can't see.
My silence, bred violence as I sit here on the
inside
Deceived, taking for granted the air that I breathed,
Names carved deep inside these
time scared walls,
What's up boo? Step up; check in, you better start praying
Is it your
time to fall? |
