Lyrics

Take a trip up the strip and be like the stars 'Cause it doesn't really matters if they call out the cops To do anything, anywhere, anyplace, anyhow They write you a case and put it in a file I wipe my ass with your declaration I ain't the one to fuck up this nation Am I the target for destruction? What about the system and total corruption? It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep going under 2x Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to loose my head 2x Can you feel the rhythm? The rhythm now lost in your heart Do you need your freedom? Freedom for your mind and freedom for your soul Who says I cannot have my feelings What about the people who can't give up their dealings It starts whit the young ones doing crime for fun But if you ain't down you'll get played out son One fuck or another, it doesn't really matter So brother, brother, brother now listen to your mother Cause Your home is your true love it's not like another It's like a jungle sometimes ... Can you feel the rhythm? Rhythm now lost in your heart Do you need your freedom? Freedom for you mind and freedom for your soul!
Writer(s): Gábor Bajusz, Hanna Horváth, Jozsef Halmen, László Sándor, Tamás Túrós Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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