lyrics
Yeah
With a platinum plated M16 we're gonna shoot down the stars
one by one
with the back alley solder, just crawling their way outta nothing
from the bottom, from the east side in ruin
With a silver bullet marked with bloody finger prints and war scars
Calling the spades a heart, thats a start
What's the last stand, so whats the plan
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
With a silver bullet marked with bloody finger prints and war scars
Calling the spades a heart, that's a start, what's the last stand
so what's your plan
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
Blast off, claw your way out from the inside
touch down, make the cover, make the deadline
with speed and charisma
Claw out from the inside
Claw out from the inside
A system built by the bottom downward
The wealth of the city if held up with horse shit
Hunger can a make a killer out of you and me
Hunger can a make a killer out of you and me
"God I love this city"
Give us more, give us more, give us more, give us more
Move over so I can find it
One day left before..
Hunger can make a killer
With a platinum plated M16 were gonna shoot down the stars
(With a platinum plated M16 were gonna shoot down the stars)
With back alley solders just born to die
(WIth back alley soldiers just born to die)
Fed by the hand of a downfall, the future
(fed by the, fed by the, fed by the, fed by the)
The world is, the world is a template, the soul is the
Replica, replica, replica, replica
God damn ain't it beautiful
Blue print of a new world order
Blue print of a new world order
credits
license
all rights reserved