whose Gods' honor [Incomprehensible] we are all killed A dead ringer for Armageddon ([Incomprehensible]) A dead ringer for Armageddon, yeah ([Incomprehensible]) A dead ringer for Armageddon ([Incomprehensible]) This state funeral
I know you tried At least I know you tried Twenty-five seconds to live and I'm falling down There the darling goes, whipping out her funeral song
of autocracy Fundamentalist citing stories and fables Of whose god is more righteously skilled In whose gods? honor we are all killed... A dead ringer for Armageddon This State Funeral
Blood stains on the walls Hanging from my hook Guts spill out onto this floor From this life I took I crave your body I need your flesh In this life
Traduction: Anti-Flag. Funérailles d'État.
Traduction: Mates d'Etat. Parachutes (Funeral Song).
had? Or will they say ?he was a nice guy, just got in over his head? Welcome to my funeral Good to see you all Welcome to my funeral Raise your hand
dwell while I spit in hell My accent is game for dames from out of state And about these fakes, yo, I break their tapes I'm the type of cat to hit a funeral
it you don't wanna see any evil Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people then I will meet you at the funeral Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the
out the one smokin indo Comin up fast, rollin down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, cuz I'm color blind [Threat] Killa Cali, the state
money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks Fuck yo city yo town I state facts, take dat No, better yet
My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks Fuck yo city yo town I state facts, take dat No, better
[Uncredited female rapper] Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standin hymn nuhana J&J's, pale chicken, good finger
to you Show business kept us all alive Since seventeen October 1945 But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin That's a pretty bad state for a state
raise the stakes 'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapes Funerals
And everything here's hard to bear And as the apin begins to displace had it to ear level With this place you see it on my face a state of suspended
Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze My individual is criminal but lyrical plays A big part in my life in this critical state Apocolypse