Face The Dust (Remastered)

I face the dust in the box of the eight wheels

When I've the schedule's to shown the lust of us

I face the cold in the outboard of the iron carriage

No money for caress my body to the east

I know the spirit of revolution to evil mind wasn't changes

So what's a fairy tales can give a blunt

Love in novel and violence in video

I'm gonna face the dust, i'll face it..

Face the dust, i'll face it..

I'm gonna face the dust, i'll face it..

Alright

Everybody's talking about who create who and you can't live without

Everybody's trying to find all keys for bargaining the deal of whose

Someone show me his jokes these day about what happen with our life now

He said "I woke up in the morning and jobless so what can I do with my belly?"

I'm gonna fighting in the street, and you?

I can say A, you can say B, please… complain?

A knife in my jacket, fear out from my lip

Fear out from my lip

Survival with anything methods, I see someone want to be a hero

No time for disguise, no time for excuse, just pure tooth and nail

Playing guitar from C to G, so d'y hear the sound from the sick ward childish?

Toast for the scumhead, hail for the jealousy, cheers for the son of crowd