The Night of the 44
"2: 30 in the morning... and I'm fully loaded."
"Fully fuckin' loaded, bitch!"
I ran into a gas station and blew somebody's head off they neck
I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreck
I can't run to my mama's house, I know that she would never understand
I might as well be a man and finish what the fuck I began
I walked out and started walking away like I ain't see a fuckin' thing
I went across the street and walked up to the drive-thru window at a Burger King
I knocked on the glass and the kid leaned out to tell me they were closed
I blew a hole in his face and his boy was like "Damn, you got hosed Tommy, you got hosed."
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
"Fuck they bitch asses, thinkin' they ain't about to get shot! Fuck that!"
I started hopping thru backyards and ran into a 7-11
Jumped up on the counter, aimed my shit, and blew a hole in his melon
I dragged his body to the back and did the same to everybody again
Till the walls and the windows got so bloody, wasn't nobody comin' in
Police started surrounding the building and I ain't got no hostages
But I fronted like I did, holdin' up some dead kid
I said I'm comin' out, they said don't bother and started shootin'
The corpse I'm holding up ain't got no head and they ain't stupid
I ran into the back and started drinkin' Dran-O bottles
Gettin' high as fuck, I'm going out in a hail of bullets full throttle
I know that my shit'll end but I never had a chance to shoot
Somebody blew my head off, all I heard was *woooof!*
On the night of the 44
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
"Who hasn't gone on a PCP binge and shot at a couple of cops, I mean, c'mon!"
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
(Reversed Message)
"Fully fuckin' loaded, bitch!"
I ran into a gas station and blew somebody's head off they neck
I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreck
I can't run to my mama's house, I know that she would never understand
I might as well be a man and finish what the fuck I began
I walked out and started walking away like I ain't see a fuckin' thing
I went across the street and walked up to the drive-thru window at a Burger King
I knocked on the glass and the kid leaned out to tell me they were closed
I blew a hole in his face and his boy was like "Damn, you got hosed Tommy, you got hosed."
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
"Fuck they bitch asses, thinkin' they ain't about to get shot! Fuck that!"
I started hopping thru backyards and ran into a 7-11
Jumped up on the counter, aimed my shit, and blew a hole in his melon
I dragged his body to the back and did the same to everybody again
Till the walls and the windows got so bloody, wasn't nobody comin' in
Police started surrounding the building and I ain't got no hostages
But I fronted like I did, holdin' up some dead kid
I said I'm comin' out, they said don't bother and started shootin'
The corpse I'm holding up ain't got no head and they ain't stupid
I ran into the back and started drinkin' Dran-O bottles
Gettin' high as fuck, I'm going out in a hail of bullets full throttle
I know that my shit'll end but I never had a chance to shoot
Somebody blew my head off, all I heard was *woooof!*
On the night of the 44
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
"Who hasn't gone on a PCP binge and shot at a couple of cops, I mean, c'mon!"
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
I just keep movin' on, keep tryin' to stay strong
The world's so wicked, the world's so wrong!
(Reversed Message)
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Writer(s): Joseph Bruce
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