Автор: Mr. Strange

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Cut my throat and throw me to the wolves I’m just too tired, too tired to reload Don’t need your

Bad company Always on the run A destiny Its the rising sun I was born A shotgun in my hands

​I just don’t care anymore and I can’t pretend ​I haven’t been here before and haven’t seen the end ​I

Learned how to rap as a little boy Took alot of crap as a little boy Always had to fight

Kneel down you sinners to streetwise religion Greed’s been crowned the new king Hollywood dream teens, yesterday’s trash queens Save

From the land of war and plague Came the prophecies of fate And the word of God was long forsaken

It’s caving in around me What I thought was solid ground I tried to look the other way But I