Paroles de Letra Beach On The Moon

I got a freeway in mind, let go of my head Walk down my line better be sure you'll be dead You get up on top, these days you gotta a be a low-life drifter so Slither up just like a snake upon a spiral staircase Get your damn hands off of my land, Why don't you sock me and get off of my street Cus I scared you out of your own shoes Now I'm gonna tie'em together and hang'em on a wire Til its junkies for hire And I got a hunchback