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Characters
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Utwór Characters został wydany 10 kwietnia 2005 przez Bust-A-Gut Records jako część albumu The Document
10 kwietnia 2005
WytwórniaBust-A-Gut Records
JęzykEnglish
BPM80
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

Raining again
Raining again, raining again
Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
Now check this cat, see, Jack D from Dorston and Hackney
The D stood for Daniels, his whole life dismantled
A victim of this habit, he grab it, you see him downing it
The liquor licked him and his friends said he probably drown in it
The landlord trusted him, gave him regular residence
And matter of fact, pulled the cap on one of his superintendents
Didn't know the Jack arrange from whisky drinks to Listerine?
Never forced to Jack the facts on Jax history
He know, we never went to school. He went to school
With no love, just a slice alignment and soul
Decided cider mix with the pot with making wires on the back seemed to beckon him. Dude, is there you reckoning
Before, the cons glass bottles cops blasting
All that my man, Jack dreamt, the blame for Arsenal
He could pass for masterful in the art of basketball
Now we had to fly
Before those four stars sticking his mind
Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
It's just another character from the end of my road
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
It's just another character from the end of my road
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
And then this Nicholas you that grew up. Put Jehovah Witness
So scared of hell. We never enjoy Christmas
One of a hundred and forty-four thousand
Worth be your blessing to Heavenly Lord's housing or so is mama would happen believe he could chase his bloodline back to Adam and Eve
But from the first time she hit to you, he was out on the street looking for his first fighting through
Saturday night, trying to score with horse
Sunday. Mum had him doing doors to doors
But he thought it was worthless
Mum told me. What's the point in us trying to convert the converge?
She heard it. But wouldn't listen
She just happened in the shirt and tie bitching on his ways to the mission
Wishing. ****, fix up
The eyes potion. He tried to hide it. He was so bait. No
Had the pressure in the building like a volcano
Yo relationship with his mother regard sour
He's reading porn, she reading the Watchtower
. She's turned her back on him. The worst way
And ittle Nikki disappeared on her seventeenth birthday
Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell
You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
On the end of my road
It's just another character from the end of my road
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
It's just another character from the end of my road
On the end of my road, on the end of my road
Written by: Ben Bailey Smith

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