[Gary Moore Coverversion]
Traduction: Émeute. Dans les domaines.
: [Gary Moore Coverversion]
cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out
Canzoni</a> Aiyo, I zone out feelin' like I'm in Capone's house starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out Ki's on the table, black
a case of Stroh's Now the game is cool to see You can "High 5" on TV Count the riot on the one two three Operation is in sight And the field is
blast.. Feel the funk blast.. FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!! FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!! A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo,
force fields Levitatin' space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits Projects turn to snake pits Secrets of the Masons came to revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots
to drown me I'm lookin for intelligent life I'm lookin for a blip on the screen So I can reach out and touch somebody Anybody Everybody This song goes out
away from this building far away from all these people far away from this city far away from this whole state, this whole country, and the riots going
-out the weak order out of wild streets We roam the streets all lost And get caught up in a world of chaos Survive or defeat concrete jungle Ex-out the
above those ashes without hot air balloons floatin' their four passenger baskets and I'm asking you to let a captive lacerate a caption splash out massive
You put on the videohelmet and you quickly realize that this is not just another videogame - your entire field of vision fills with another worldly scene
In a field of lies and broken homes Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown
cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out
a list of fresh tomatoes Suing me now in court! (Dinah:) Ah, gimme the milk from the moo cow, (Josh:) Of corn right from the field I'm fond; (Ezra:) In
