to discard. You are not a mystery, More a tragic comedy, The next day you rise (x4) Hold me down, I'm your clown. You refuse to wear your crooked crown
Tradução: Mano Abierta. Corona torcidos.
, to discard. You are not a mystery, More a tragic comedy, The next day you rise [x4] Hold me down, I'm your clown. You refuse to wear your crooked crown
white doves cost the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood 700 books were opened It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in
the chauffer, twisted cobras in front of his ride Gun to his side, blunted eyes Lookin' up at thunderous skys The wonders arrive, statues change position Stone eyes open
Get Over It I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody
Hands tied Don't speak Hands tied I never felt so alive I'm burning up inside,left for dead One chance to prove myself I'm just like you Open my eyes
this. All against my nemesis, so let the crooks be crooks. Let the kids be edge, and let it lead them straight to books. To elevate your mind-state, heavy lies the crown
hear about the death of the neighborhood crooks I didn't want to be in those history books So I got myself legal as easy as pie A legal crook got a
