Traducció: Cecs porcs. Darrera anomenada.
's been two weeks since they had their last feedin' Ain't nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand And spread it out, over twenty acres of land Some call
I'd rather rhyme build my client Get mine never blind and pack a nine They never see my desperate signs And fuck a bind They think I'm blind to his kind
in my woolly coat And I blind him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink Every thing's getting strange looking Half the people have turned into squealing pigs
they called it a riot? Huh, I call it an uprising And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it a uprising And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that
they called it a riot? Huh, I call it an uprising And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it a uprising And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck
are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God
