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The Message
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Σε περιοδεία
Punk
The Message κυκλοφόρησε στις 1 Ιουλίου 1997 από Westworld ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Tinderbox
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ΆλμπουμTinderbox
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας1 Ιουλίου 1997
ΕτικέταWestworld
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM113

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[Verse 1]
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the station
Know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out
I guess I got no choice
[Verse 2]
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
Well, I try to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a truncheon repossessed my car
[Verse 3]
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
[Verse 4]
Well, my son said "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it would be cheaper
If I just got a job, learner to be a street sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps"
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have a car in this land of milk and honey
[Verse 5]
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' down
[Verse 6]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you, but he's frowning too
'Cause only God knows what you go through
You'll grow in a ghetto livin' second rate
Your eyes will see a song of deep hate
Places you play, where you stay
Look like one great big alleyway
[Verse 7]
You'll admire all the number book takers
Pimps, the pushers and the big money makers
Drivin' great big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
Wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say, "I'm cool, I'm no fool"
But then you wind up droppin' right outta school
[Verse 8]
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
[Verse 9]
Now you're unemployed, null and void
Walkin' 'round like you're pretty boy Floyd
Turn stick up kid, look what you done did
Got sent up for an eight year bid
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in your cell
[Verse 10]
And don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' down
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