Well, it's a Saturday night and I'm searchin' the streets And I'm lookin for you and I can't stand the heat You must think, I'm a fool not to know who you're with But when you say her name, you get, o
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Caught the lights of a taxi and headed straight for the center of town Jumped a train in north before the law even heard I was 'round I ran hard from the station to the street to where I was born Foun
The Dead have come back to life They're broken the coffins and there's nothing inside Now they're pound at the door They're coming through the floor and there's no place to hide. And no one will hear
Streets are empty, but full of shame, No one left to see that fake. Flags are flying with fuel from lies, Our nation's coming to breakdown. Last hope coming to my motherland, Crazy bastards from the
Up up and down from the country to the town From the streets to the city from the sky to the ground in the alleyways When the mad noise sound we be looking But still we haven't found what we're lookin
[Tom:] My father worked the mines until the day it took his life. It stole him from his only son and it stole him from his wife. And I swore upon his grave, someday I would make things right. So I le
Walk with style fake that smile Everybody's feeling happy Think champagne drink propain The white guys think they own the world now Buy my face buy my life everybody's selling bullshit Your big fat ti
Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking me I walk the streets and
I wanna run through the fire in the streets I wanna scream at the people who lead but the sun came down on me oh the sun came down on me I see the man preaching hate and deceit I see the k
[Intro] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Y
Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil A substrate f
There's a hard moon rising On the streets tonight There's a reckless feeling in your heart As you head out tonight Through the concrete canyons To the midtown light Where the latest neon promises Are
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