Roots Manuva - The Falling (Demo Version) | Текст песни

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• The Falling (Demo Version)

Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack
Death and disease, and a baseball bat
STDs that have no name
Down at the clinic with facefull of shame
Russian roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumour in my brain
Just don't care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane
Now I'm thinking of a way to get them slain
Asassins for hire - they shall get paid
Two G, three G - whatever it costs
None of those fools should've got me crossed
I'm just about ready for some treacherous fame
Ten grenades on the plane, whoops, another dunblane
Mass murdering, brains on the floor
You're dead cos i said you shouldn't live no more
You done and made me lose my cool
Wheres my tool? Who's the bigger fool?
Roadrage, pavementrage, all kinda rage
You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other day's a good day to die
Best be careful if you's love your life
You don't know nothing
You don't see nothing
You dont be nothing
You don't do nothing
But we all gotta be something and somebody
But everybody here can't be that rich
You know the saying: life's a bitch
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch
Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
Don't you be a stupid bitch
Blunt knife, and cut a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my wayward device
It sound mad though, my self mutilation
Like Dr Forster on his very first patient
The gods ain't happy cos man is praising himself
Planning to get to heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, drug money, nobody budge money
Mass fertility, souls on the guillotine
Meantime I unravell calling Jimmy Savelle
Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness