the powder Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a vengeance Fight for independence, like my descendants Write a whole chapter Compressed in one sentence I blast in an instance America
Your insanity will prevail It's not my fault that you lost your way Nous etions tous en voyage Quand un brouillard s'approche C'est la foret des regrets amers
- step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with it's own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays america
d'un ciel d'Amerique Reveur comme une musique J'oublies deja que tu es tout en pleurs C'est deja novembre sans toi Softness of a sky from America Dreamer
Encore un autre fou arme d'un revolver, D'un fusil de chasse ou d'un pistolet militaire Arme sous le bras, evidence suicidaire Tu tiens la crosse du flingue
je veux bien croire Tous mes defauts dans un tiroir. Ce qu'il nous faut, un coup un boire... Allons nous noyer dans tous les bars ! C'est dans tes bras
d'un ciel d'amerique Riveur comme une musique J'oublies deja que tu es tout en pleurs C'est deja novembre sans toi Softness of a sky from america Dreamer
broken up by responsibilities and such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober 'cause Bugz is a soldier Beat that
a trifle colder step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with it's own telephone That's musical doorbell it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' Plays 'America
regret I'll beat them to it With something sadder than that brass portrait That shines through your morning din Something sadder than that brass portrait
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene Come see, come hear, the English Scheme. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags. The clever ones tend
posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation As well as split second calculation To protect the future of America
mind When I turned around to embrace my darling Instead of gold 'tis brass I find And I wish the Queen would call home her armies From the West Indies, America
long, I need machines to count it for me I'm glad they want us dead But keep runnin' ya mouth and go home with more slices than a bag of Wonderbread I'm America
