On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get
Come on and dream some paradise Dream, dream, dream some paradise The time is right, grab a little happiness tonight Shut off all your troubles, oh that
eddie was a product of the trailer parks his military father died when he was four drop kids drop dead they're drafted from a crib war birth war birth
Traducción: EUA Bombs. Guerra Nascimento.
Consuming all, war machine, impaled heart of nazarene By the godly grace of war Cleanse this world we're dying for Downward we go, spirals of war
end of the year theyre raising my rent called in sick my money is spent buildings out side all covered in snow makin a fire the heat is on i loo out
mackn with trish in the dark on the docks turn the ambulance sirens up emergency baby i aint one to wait i gonna get yer britches off any day now there
dont need you [4x] i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT
to much pressure gonna self exlode the baggage keeps on pilen up my future dangles from the end of a rope no coat tails to sew on my coat this is jsut
without her i cant get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my
I aint goin to work today yea why not? cuz id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres
give me a dirty job im defected give me a new disease so infected all the smog i need the city air is green and all i wanna be is out of it outta touch
born in the middle of a useless generation we never gave a fuck about the suicide nation loaded doen lockers at the antichrist station the kids are getting
i cant forget shit i get from other bands i cant forget kicken dope in a cargo van memphis winter in a frigidare it gives me more character pissed out
This bubble gives me the shakes the ozone makes this bubble bake these leather hydes, have plastic lives i've turned to stone in a city quake Tear down
Thats life, thats what i say, shot up in april, strung out in may, but i know it wont, be too soon, when im back on, night train in june, i said thats
