I am not gonna wait until this hits me again so I build myself a bomb, till all my problems will be gone
Drink my tears. They are oil in the fire. Taste the pain That turns the wheel. Drink my sweat From shift to shift Our pain was the labour for
clocks go forward but never go back. By the time you?re 65 you?re jaded and wrecked. The repitition is hate The cycle is the pain Come on, join
If you are looking for a place to start, step up. This is the time and the place. Make me unafraid of death. and unafraid of life. Let a new generation
Let us down again. It seems like everyone has to get down. You sell your soul to the ones who you let control. You left the passion of your life
Sitting in a mess unfounded distress Another day undone and nothings happening Its 5 am again am I my only friend Confiscated sun and don't know where
we'll tear up the streets and we'll dance until we bleed and then we'll sleep when we're dead cause we'll take over this town and paint it 9 shades of red
yeah, yeah, yeah) Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah They can say whatever I'ma do whatever No pain is forever Yup
with a cause and we breakin' the laws And we rock it, rock it, rock it, whoa No hibernation, no No, not until the day comes, no We gonna paint the town red
earrings I wore yesterday burr I'm pimpin' where I'm winnin', that's just how I'm chillin' I'm smokin' gray sacily' chickens, Corvette painted lemon
ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah They can say whatevah I'ma do whatevah No pain is forevah
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana Rode into town one day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The
anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red
town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im makin cake A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy
until... Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red. Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red Little, Little Red
on boy stop thankin' it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get style we all that To the back we all that to the back Red or blue new
floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz