the shade He spites his wicked lies, the poison He slithers round his victim till he bites He injects the fuel of hate, the poison And the fallen angel
deed No turning back, they're just a bad seed Poisoned blood, money slaves Poisoned blood, young man's grave Poisoned blood, selling death Poisoned blood
dirty deeds No turning back, they're just bad seed Poisoned blood, money slaves Poisoned blood, young man's grave Poisoned blood, selling death Poisoned
Poisoned blood, money slaves Poisoned blood, young man's grave Poisoned blood, selling death Poisoned blood, so take your last breath Poisoned blood, money slaves Poisoned
in the shade He spites his wicked lies, the poison He slithers round his victim till he bites He injects the fuel of hate, the poison And the fallen angel
in the shade He spites his wicked lies, the poison He slithers round his victim till he bites He injects the fuel of hate, the poison And the fallen
Tradução: Running Wild. La sangre envenenada.
Tradução: Running Wild. El veneno.
It gets no help from Well you will see me Drinking the poison, taking it happily. You're running wild You're running wild Another blonde not from the city Drinking the poison
act a fuckin fool Is the 6 the devil though Make you wanna powder your nose Have you smoking hydro weed Satisfaction guaranteed Bucking wild and throwing
act a fuckin fool is the 6 the devil though make you wanna powder your nose have you smoking hydro weed satisfaction guaranteed bucking wild and
in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice The sound of the running wild
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild
you but to me it's foreign Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns One man's enemy is another man's friend One man's poisons is another man
at it they most muslim Used to be moving in unison Disputes would end Bounty hunters and grape street get cool again Some standard housing Got the young running rampant Wilding
Yeah, she's a heathen child Yeah, she's a real wild child She got a little powder She got a little gun She got a little poison Got a little gun Sitting
