Letras:
Guardian This Old Man

in your curse This old man, this old man Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse This old man, this old man This old man, this old man Up from the

for a few years Shared a few tears Called each other nicknames Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear I'm always on the road I'm hardly ever home Always busy this

Bitch or man I'll shit on you I will shit (Swift aka Swifty McVeigh) I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs to the back of record companies Blow em up if they ain't want me The national guard

I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fuck from this shit I

just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? I'ma start this shit off like this, this

he lived inside of life and sold Cadillacs, he always looked like a ten-year-old boy whose sleeves were too long. When I was ten, Leo gave me this great

get his neck wet Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up Old-ass man, I let

of this world. He, a young man, chosen by destiny.] [Putting his faith in magic and that subtle thing known as fate. He is] [depending on an immovable trust in an old

) I wanna be like Barry Bonds, (I wanna be like O.J. Simpson) Leave this field, leave this prison, tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, movin' all old