Lletres:
The Damned Twisted Nerve

for feelings Go to the window, what do I see? Go to the window, the killer is me It's me It's me Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and turn

Go to the window What do I see Go to the window The killer is me It's me, it's me... Twist and turns Twisted nerve Twist and turns Twisted nerve

're doin' your piece work too fast" "Now you get off your mustang, Sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere" I layed back, I get my nerve

nerve Damn, I'm fightin' and I'm losin' And damn you, you're pullin' and I'm pushin' I'm wrestlin' with, I toss and twist Till finally I give in, damn

the witness to murderers monologue of a minute Come out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted

'm lookin' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws

if you get into it with me you get splitted Know you could cause your momma or sister to come up missin' It could be broad daylight, I'll walk up and twist

headed dreams, just like an old smoke screen. You stand behind your spite, don't know what's wrong or right. Now it's grating on my nerves, your twisting

watch the door You're damn right Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation Paris, Guerrilla Funk, 2006 for yo' bad ass Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door