Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)

Letra de Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)

Ano2003
GêneroPop
Duração1:15
Idioma originalInglês
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(I always wanted to be the voice of the streets But my father was a rabbi and my mother made beats, I mean, books, and the kids on the streets always gave me dirty Looks) It's watching your own shadow on a dirt bike, Get shot in the back under a street light. When you arrive at the party, it will not be Without a bullet in your back, And a poem about death And of course your walkman.