WWW/MEDS/FEDS 歌词

And I'ma bang it like this Mister With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) Who said all the rules are made with rulers We break 'em and break in their computers I ain't buying no more from them looters Who tried to out-school us, so we jump on our scooters I hope you understood us, when we say We don't make that money on the violence That's why we don't do the silence We don't make that money on the violence That's why we don't do the silence Do you know me, punk? I do you punk! Do you know me, punk? I do you punk! With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) With my hands in my pockets And I'm moving forward forward forward forward You put a bad taste in my mouth, mister (Keep outta my way, mister) They say I pick big battles with the government Immigration departments For the people who live in the tenements Our voices carry our sentiments We sprinkle your coffee with the cinnamon We're made of ladies and gentlemen From the street to the spidermans We could take on all your nation