| Lyrics: | Your daddy didn't tell you
You're a joke of the summer night
Yeah, You're the fifth
wheel,
Over your corpse no one will cry.
So you are burning, wrath child
You
are walkin' a lie
You are talkin' with a knife.
Mother always talked to you
You're a f...in' kid, You're not mine,
You've always had war in your head,
Bombs in
your brain, storm in your heart,
So You're a lepper, bad guy
You're walkin' lie
You are talkin' with a knife.
Every cop wants to catch you
Each of them will say: You
gotta be mine
You spend your life in hiding-places
I only know, that your dead or
alive.
Yes, you've got your own style
You are a walkin' lie
You are...
[Chorus:]</i> Too many cops talk about you
You flourish in s...
Too many suckers
talk about you
You live in s...,
(I don't think you love it) |
