rat racial slime You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Well, I said, slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind
In a darkened room beyond the reach of God's faith Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocence of a child is bought and
Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go It seems like there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13 year old boy robs a store so he can eat And they
I never wanted to be President Because it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want your education Because it's nothin' but a pile of shit You bore
Ya, your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say That I wanna hear The sound of the door slam on your ass out Is a music to my ears If I can't
You and I together in our lives Sacred ties would never fray Then why can I let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times
Zoned out afternoon Let's catch "who's on top of whom" Tell it like it is 'cause it isn't it anyway Much to my surprise I caught it right between the
We stand accused but you lie Varicose-veined finger, a prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger, free living fast But you're a sapsucker, you ain't
rat racial slime You can't be king of the world, if you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind
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[Bach, Bolan, Snake] Suzi got an Uzi what a beautiful bride That's where the trouble began Will there be any objection or a bloody resurrection' It'
[Affuso, Bolan, Hill] Zoned out afternoon Let's catch "who's on top of whom" Tell it like it is 'Cause it isn't anyway Much to my surprise I caught
Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say that I wanna hear The sound of the door slammin' your ass out is music to my ears If I can't beat
[Bach, Bolan, Snake] In a darkened room Beyond the reach of God's faith Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocense of
[Bolan, Snake] Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can
[Bach, Bolan, Hill] We stand accused but you lie Varicose-veined finger Prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger Free living fast But you're a sapsucker
[Bolan, Snake] Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heels kickin' rhythm Of social
