You don't have a clue What it is like to be next to you I'm here to tell you That it is good, that it is true Birds singing a song, old paint is peeling
22 miles of hard road 33 years of tough luck 44 skulls buried in the ground Crawlin' down through the muck Oh yeah Johnny don't like the teacher Johnny
Souljacker can't get my soul Ate my carcass in a black manhole Souljacker can't get my soul He can shoot me up full of bullet holes But the souljacker
I don't miss where I came from But each night I dream about being back home When I wake up in the morning I'm too tired And tired of being alone So I
At the dark end of the street That's where we'd always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness to hide our wrong You and me, at
If you're scared of dying you better not be scared to live I've been spending all my days giving all I can give Last night I heard someone walking through
Coming home from the school today Crying all along the way Ain't no way for a boy to be Begging ma to shave me please You little punks think you own
Mama had an epidural Hoping I would be a girl The night was black, the sky was boomin' Darker clouds were surely loomin' "I heard screamin'", the doctor
22 miles of hard road 33 years of tough luck 44 skulls buried in the ground Crawling down through the muck Oh yeah Johnny don't like the teacher Johnny
Woman driving, man sleeping Wear the suitcase on the rack White lines shooting by On the pavement like the sky Looking straight ahead into the black
In this world of shit Baby you are it A little light that shines all over Must take over and see us through the night Daddy was a troubled genius Mama
Превод: Елес. Соуљацкер Пт. Ја.
Превод: Елес. Соуљацкер Пт Ии.
Превод: Елес. Соуљацкер (део 2).
