Crack, Smack, Machine Guns
My baby's on methadone
She sold the neighbors flat
They came on knocking on my door
They say they want it back
Pinned to the walls with rusty nails
Her fists are raw with shame
Whisky and speed keep her mean
And scars are all she wares
My baby's on methadone
Can't you hear her call?
Eyes are swelled, tongue is tide
Seen her life and waved goodbye
Crack, smack, machine guns
That don't sound like too much fun
Burning cars, chasing cops
We don't wanna be outrun
Crack, smack, machine guns x3
Floozy with an Uzi, chick with a gun
She lives in a forest where the trees are bare
Death and smoke tint her hair
She's been told a lot of lies
So give her room to fantasize
Call the prophets, call the cops
I'm involved with a little girl lost
sixteen years in a jewel box
ready to dance at a chance of a knock
she's a young drunk, she lives in a bar
Henry Chinasky knows who you are
I see flesh burn, flames and body's churn
desecrate the population
voodoo hoodoo in the nation
crack, smack x2
1969 OK
war across the USA
another year for me and you
another year with nothing to do

INVIA LE CORREZIONI