'll take your heart put some faith in ideals. The bank line will all turn around and rent will pay itself. You can sleep tonight, little boys in sweat-shops will again
Перевод: Against Me!. All Or Nothing.
ll take your heart put some faith in ideals. The bank line will all turn around and rent will pay itself. You can sleep tonight, little boys in sweat-shops will again
Cause I’ll soak ya, you think I’m fat like oprah All I got is a little piece of nothing And now you want to jack all the sudden Rahter have me face down
to hurtin people like me People like me (4x) I guess I told you about myself to a degree just by telling you about people like me but people like me
nowhere to turn now Not east not west North or south And all that's ahead of me And everything I know I know nothing so So bring me home Put me on a
than a lot. You gave me nothing, Now it's all I got We're one But we're not the same Well we Hurt each other Then we do it again You say Love
don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this, all I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest you picked me up, breeding life in me I owe
You show me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around I don’t need you (don’t hurt me) You (don’t hurt me no more)
seeping through my walls Now I’m no wiccan commie or nothing But there’s one damn holiday that I can’t stand It ain’t Halloween or Thanksgiving or even
was going be nothing either, What the fuck you sticking gum up under the fucking seat for? Mrs. Mathers your son has been huffing ether, Either that or the mother fuckers been puffing reefer, But all
Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado The hell if I know. Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decision Garage looks like precision collision. Or
the ways I came up Was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin' Well fuck
handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
Do not step to me, I'm award, I box lefty I offed him, my pops left me and often my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown Especially
to me and then sunk, women skinning them and cutting them up in chunks, in comes the woman with cocoa butter skin ones, [Chorus] Once again they call me
