Shirt
So, the war has just begun
Blow the explosive next to you
Ever since tomorrow you'll get into the queue
Whoever talking here gonna get a new tattoo
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
Cassettes are old fashioned
To use it one to hear your hits
Threats used to functioned
Were discarded call it quits
He gets what he want
Whenever he ask for
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me the strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
Blow the explosive next to you
Ever since tomorrow you'll get into the queue
Whoever talking here gonna get a new tattoo
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
Cassettes are old fashioned
To use it one to hear your hits
Threats used to functioned
Were discarded call it quits
He gets what he want
Whenever he ask for
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me the strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state
Your face on my shirt
Gonna clean those tear running down your chicks
You had been hurt
You're the only one who can fix your bricks
My company is not enough
Get on your boots and carry on
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