Under The Sunrise - Dirty Hands | Текст песни

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• Under The Sunrise
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I pack my bag for the night
Spray cans, stencils and some pens to write
It’s a highlight always with the fright in my neck
To get caught, run away with the cops in my back
The dresscode is black like the walls that I paint
I bring style to this city and get fucked by the state
Get buffed by the state, they say that I destroy
This good clean streets but the kids enjoy

Every day working 9 to 5
No need for sleep I go painting at night
I can already smell the aerosol
This city’s drab let’s make it colorful

Sneaking on the train yard
Shaking up the spray cans
Look around, no one’s here
Starting with the outlines
Half done, hear steps
Grab my stuff start to run
Get caught on the rail
Almost dead by train
DEAD BY TRAIN

The Headlights are coming closer
I Sense the vibrations on the rail
The Cops are coming closer
But I refuse to go to jail

My last chance to jump aside
Fall on my face, the train arrives
I already heard the handcuffs click on my wrists
Oh Fuck!
I did it! I came off again
But I won’t stop! I Love to play this Game
Until I die I will hold up the spray can in my fist

I wash the Paint from my hands
And I wash the dirt out of my face
I prepare my lunch now have to go to work
And I tie the tie around my neck
I really hate the job I make
And give a fuck about the laws I break
Tonight I end my masterpiece
And watch it drive right through the city
Because I can’t see the point in hunting me
While child molesters are running around free

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