Letras

Got the blood of a man on your hands And your breath smells like flesh Keep on asking yourself Why your culture's based on death And you dance? This is a design that you're living. You're at the discotheque having fun While your brothers are firing guns Killing everything in their paths But not you just drink and laugh And you dance?
Writer(s): Jimmy Lee Lindsey, Richard Allen Crook, Alicja Anna Trout Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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