I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down I hear empire down I hear the roar of a big machine
I work in a saloon Pulling shit pints for shit wages, it's a busy night tonight And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged Or tampered with
There was a crooked man and he wore a crooked smile He built a crooked highway and it ran for miles and miles With money from the revenue and sponsorship
Each day I get so lonely while living here below My Saviours waiting patiently, I'm planning soon to go I'm on a firm foundation thats built with Gods
I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway
Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game? Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame Tail shakin', home breakin,' truckin' through
...et les longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, defilent lentement dans mon ame. [Charles Baudelaire]
Ah, here she comes, truckin' Well, Lucy Walkin' down main street lookin' down Looks like a wow, talk about it [Incomprehensible] Stop lyin' Stop lyin
Tears are falling on my face Tears are falling without her I still taste her sweet scent, rain follow my steps I'm alone along her grave Lucretia Lucretia
Sittin' up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding It's in my place well I escape
This here song might offend you some. If it does, it's because you're dumb. That's the way it is where I come from. If you been there too, let me see
Petrified for the millionth time Slowly my soul evaporates No parachutes, no dismal clouds Just this fucking space I know what's coming, I'm not working
[feat. Too Short] [Chorus:] Show me what you workin with Show me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with (What you
I woke up this mornin', kissed my wife goodbye i pray to god that i'll make it home safe tonight it's a dangerous job but i take that risk i'll trade
Yes, she's my lady luck Hey, I'm her wild card man Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand We live out in the country Hey, she's my little queen
Sitting up late at night A tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape Up into my
Petryfied for the millionth time Slowly my soul evaporates No parachutes no dismal clouds Just this fucking space I know what's coming I'm not working