Instruments
Ensembles
Genres
Compositors
Artistes

Lletres: Dirty Money. No One.

There's no one here with you
no one looking out for you
it's a sick world, you're all alone
thinking you're invisible, sit on your throne
there's no one here with you and it aint
getting any better
it's gonna fucking rain and religion
aint a shelter!
i'm not here for your sympathy
the blind leading the blind just aint for me
fuck that shit i'm breaking free
i wont bow down to wat i can't see
i've bee fucked over too many times
pushed to far and left behind
i wont get down on both my knees
for some self help bullshit
i just can't fucking believe!