Letras:
The Damned Music For Pleasure

Lying in the wiped out park Where silver screams from the dark There's no direction A still erection to feel Can you swallow the mist from the space

fool Don't cry wolf Don't be a fool Don't cry wolf It's no good for you kids Being told what to do There's a lot of change for you If you find something

Stealin' cars lost in bars Treating hard-to-be's like superstars I wanna come home at 3AM I love my records Alright and I'm going to play 'em Problem

wanna run around I don't wanna settle down Politically fashionable scene Facist managers dreams My politics don't sell clothes And riots don't sell my soul If I vote for

plastic cards But you can't create You've got your open bars But you can't relate Pretty as a mirror Ugly as your smile You won't fool anybody Not even for

*ckin' sad show You take my money You take my money You take my money You take my money you mess me around You take my money all seven pounds You take my money for

confused i am The older i get the older i am Damn it,Jesus They want more pleasures Sell the rights to their agents Damn it,Jesus They want more pleasures

m lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I?m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig

nigga, say I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I'm playing music in my