Intolerance 歌词

Strange days in the neighbourhood Like stepping on foreign ground This is the place of our roots These are the hands that built this land COULD NOT CARE LESS Never made no promise nor kept one JUST GET SOME SPACE No matter the costs nor the prize PURIFIED STREETS NOW! 'Bout time examples are made PUT 'EM ON DEATH ROW Weed 'em out, it's never too late