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James Lynn Strait - Tecato Şarkı Sözleri
runnin´ drag and startin´ fights but minors hide behind their rights start slow with beer and pot but soon you´re bored with what you´ve got try some dope at first for kicks you´d promised that you´d never fix fade away from the path you choose you stuck your arm started to lose surround yourself with pain and strife a downward spiral is your life some years later your life´s a shell still locked inside this living hell only to cope you leave your house now meet the cops your luck´s run out you got no love end up in jail a few more beefs a five year tail prison term before too long your number´s up and now you are gone (and thrown away the key) jails, institutions and death (think i´m fucking kidding?) now it feels just like a dream but it´s not what it seems gotta block out the screams i´m too tired to defend bring my life to an end this i can´t comprehend, but it´s coming now the needle´s in my neck i know that mine is not the only life i´ve wrecked now that i know the battle can´t be won selfishness weighs a ton, lookin´ out for #1 as if my life was so pretty now things look shitty and there´s no one to save me from fuckin´ pain it burns hot from the inside out now there ain´t no doubt how this bout started out now they´ve finally brought me down sympathy can´t be found, locking doors the only sound i´ve screwed over all who care now it´s only fair they´ve stripped my soul bare i can´t take it now it starts to come on strong the long arm of the law coming down on my head it´s been so long since i have felt the sun beating down from above without the bars on my cage reminding me that i got screwed up and i´ve got no love from a truck what the fuck i´ll keep truckin´ down i´m locked in this cell kickin´ it in hell ain´t no joke the straight dope started out (locking doors the only sound) jails, institutions and death (think you can take your pick?) kickin´ dope in a jail cell you wanna die it feels like hell muscles ache you cannot sleep stomache ache you cannot eat do your time and make parole now you´re free out of this hole think you´d learn and start to cope but from the gate you score some dope nothing changes you start to regress you´re all strung out life is a mess once again |
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