End of the Road - Acoustic Live - Kids Against The Machine
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I'm no bunny
I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
Fun, fun, funny, you'll run from me
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
(Chop, chop) Chop the right hand
Chop it like a pickpocket
You had the mic, now you can't drop it
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
I think I'm up for the challenge
Shoe shows I got me some mileage
I bought a car and a cottage
Got "Suzanne" in my baggage
Got a list in my bucket
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
I fit in any socket
Close the door, Imma knock it
I got my ticket, Imma flee
Selling overseas
I just blink and get a fee
Watch out, what you think of me?
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
I never miss one shot, I'm sick as a gun
I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come
Like, "Hey, I'm on the way"
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller, did it for the PR
I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there's a
D'animal pack in the back of the fridge
I go pack it up might triple attack
And battery-acid my stacks in the cab
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't (okay, now repeat this)
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
Fun, fun, funny, you'll run from me
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
(Chop, chop) Chop the right hand
Chop it like a pickpocket
You had the mic, now you can't drop it
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
I think I'm up for the challenge
Shoe shows I got me some mileage
I bought a car and a cottage
Got "Suzanne" in my baggage
Got a list in my bucket
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
I fit in any socket
Close the door, Imma knock it
I got my ticket, Imma flee
Selling overseas
I just blink and get a fee
Watch out, what you think of me?
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
I never miss one shot, I'm sick as a gun
I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come
Like, "Hey, I'm on the way"
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller, did it for the PR
I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there's a
D'animal pack in the back of the fridge
I go pack it up might triple attack
And battery-acid my stacks in the cab
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't (okay, now repeat this)
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain't finished, I got loads
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Writer(s): Audrey Chu, Ori Rousso, Noga Erez
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