he gets in The girl from fifteen years ago Has packed and gone away The lights in the late night lock-in Have faded away when he gets in The girl from fifteen
Land? I live in the Americas Who owns the Land? How did I get here? Who owns the Land? Who owns the Land? Who owns the Land? Maybe it's you and me Who
Land Mine - Blew my legs off Now I sit by - The subway station Land mine - Blew my legs off I ask for change - You turn your head and walk away I was
Перевод: Пятнадцать. Наземная мина.
Перевод: Пятнадцать. Земля.
Land? Who owns the Land? Is there a connection? Who owns the Land? To my daily eviction Who owns the Land? And the extermination Who owns the Land? Of
like a blond bitch mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon It's here today then tomorrow it's gone It's the law of the land a straight modern
Fifteen years have passed Every day the woods have cried The words of vengeance and revenge The Gods have watched him day and night By the Northern stars
makes me wanna hurl fucking preppie girl walks to church on sunday with her bottle in her hand wishing she was a rebel who could terrorise the land whose
fourty six I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
at eight fourty six? I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm by the tell, across Exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up when ya flight land
High register operational In the land of the gouging skiving sun Their bodies in the room, lad Never an honest day's work is done They call it the Tomblands
driftwood, gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go Fifteen under zero
a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin' slaughtered I blow the S-L boy out of order My mental disorder is pure water I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
keep 'em alive His body's decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen
Hey what up man? What up god? Ya heard? Chillen cold as hell Yes it is hey Busta didn't come here did he? No hey look you got fifteen cent?
as windows Looking down on the poor and the needy Miles of people, marching up the avenue Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by I'm living in the land