our way to nowhere Runaway, runaway to nowhere town We're gonna go where we won't be found Winners always win, sinners always Runaway, runaway to nowhere town
, runaway to nowhere town We're gonna go where we won't be found Where the winners always win, the sinners always sin Runaway, runaway to nowhere town
Tradução: The Living End. En ninguna ciudad.
Runaway, runaway to nowhere town We're gonna go where we won't be found Where the winners always win, the sinners always sin Runaway, runaway to nowhere town
that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere
live again when there?s nowhere to run? Is there a way to live again when there?s no way to go on? Is there a way to live again when there?s nowhere
in jail Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere
end up - either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere
: [Music: Skolnick, Peterson] [Lyrics: Peterson, Skolnick] Born into a world of hatred Nothing to live for What started with a simple match Turned into
have to get out of this backwards town I was in if I was ever going to succeed. I was 16 going nowhere and the only thing my parents knew was 'live, work
our lives See the murder mold our lives (See the murder mold) These are the days of our lives (These are the days of our lives) These are the days of
live like a super villain Back in the line up Before your times up You wanna live like a super villain There's nowhere to go There's nowhere to go There's nowhere
places you'll end up Either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up Bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere
places you'll end up, either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes Everybody fuck that Still nowhere
the dark In the soul, in ya heart To the end, from the start Good music In the light, in the dark In the soul, in ya heart To the end, from the start
confirmed that The center of the earth is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead at the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere
a clown From the way that I feel all my hang-ups are down In the middle of nowhere I found me a tree And the fruit that we live on reminds me of me Though we live
my head Just grin and live it while you can with wonderment With eyes wide open I'm taking in all I can The small town darkness Is singing by in trance
