Songtext von Rumble

A bottle breaks a face cuts an ear that falls down. Starving dog finds his snack Chews, bits, spits and run away. The teeth that once were smiling Are now lying on a pond of blood Along with them is a cold hard body Waiting for kicks that soon will come. The man is now dumped Yelling for his forth coming death. A fire-gun shoots twice, Giving him his pleaded rest. Smelly rotten meat, A present to the rats, Filling a shallow grave, The same old common trap