Letras:
Land Of Talk Troubled

the nights we stayed up all too late The red and white stripes, they would blend Them warm, washed-out lips Ripped magazines to you is all I could send Troubled

a vulture culture Never lend a loser a hand Just a vulture culture Living off the fat of the land Nowhere to turn around and catch your breath It's all relatively trouble

dont think so Wipe my ass with a tissue and roll it back up in a roll Are you ready now, here we go The bald eagle has landed I'm back in ya hair, sorry

Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch You sound like you come from the land of the bigots Jolly old Dickens, the land of

: There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers

: There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers

come on along Little children starving in a foreign land, talk about it brother Man afraid to shake his brother's hand (fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble

a sexy girl [Big Syke] Say suga you look like a winner Let's have dinner tonight Escape your troubles and take a flight over night to the land of the

has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk, talk just like