Letras:
Cold Insane

million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'

million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm

a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm

a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm the

need gun control [2] A shot rings out from down the street The gangs are restless from the night heat The cold, black metal has made them insane Killing

the night Waiting up for the light of day And the sound of silence The faintly flaring candle light Parting has got me Around to go insane Alone

I try to scratch away the stains Deep in my heart I feel there's a place Where love and hate collide But is everybody who asks for reasons Destined to go insane

are the others - there's silence in my head 'cause I'm a watcher in the sky I've seen universes die out in the cold my systems overload I am lost in

old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets I'm in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G Cooley high coochie, Levi's no fleece Space jam Jordan's killin' 'em without the cold