Letras:
Prick

'd tell, I wish you'd tell) I'd rather be inside you CHORUS 1 (twice) Tell the truth (x3) We prick you we prick you we prick you (You show respect even

I remember how I used to walk up and down the streets of the city of New Orleans. Bound by drugs, bound by alcohol, commiting the different acts of sin

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of chumpsville Really nothing special Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated Yells at you and me Says to go faster When I know he is just A pricked

You're everywhere I see you plead, high in my home I watch you and miss you all day long You keep me lying Playing games with your pet brain, I know

jump into the crowds And break the party Don't lose your fuckin' individuality I gotta jump into the crowds And get the glory Kick against the pricks

you keep track of me You can never be strong You can only be free I've never asked for the truth But you owe that to me I've entered a game of pricks

track of me You could never be strong You can only be free And I've never asked for the truth But you owe that to me I've entered the game of pricks