When we're on the brink We'd kill for something to happen When we're on the brink We'd kill for something to do Another day, another night that seems
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Au bord du gouffre.
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the
nuff on the women so I spent love on the rhythm to get ya out ya seat quicker then corrupt polititons and im the brink,brink man it makes me stop and
now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It
team never lien on the thing until im lyin on the thing hooked to wires n things imma die as a king, if i dont do it now imma try it again and when
on the thing until I'm lying on the thing hooked to wires and things I'm a die as a king If I don't do it now I'm a try it again and when I do accomplish
on the thing Til I'm lying on the thing Hooked to wires and things I'm a die as A king If I don't Do it now I'm a try it again When I do accomplish shit
of keds [Chorus:] Where my chicks All my girls that'll transport bricks Got some mack lipgloss on ya lips Keep a real good jean on ya hips You can get it
on the brink, so Tell me what you want to here Something that were like those years Sick of all the insincere So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
on the brink, so Tell me what you want to hear Something that were like those years Sick of all the insincere So I?m gonna give all my secrets away
been on the brink, so Tell me what you want to hear Something that were like those years Sick of all the insincere So I'm gonna give all my secrets
sheep owned by swine overfed & put to sleep and while the media elite decrees what to think i am wide awake on the edge and on the brink so when Atlas
by swine Overfed & put to sleep And while the media's elite Decrees what to think I am wide awake On the edge And on the brink So when Atlas shrugs
blood on my hands Peoiple in the waiting room all screamed and ran But I didn't sweat it I tried to forget it And nobody knows that I'm a crazy from it
a instant a raider Is where we stash the grills It's all about the hundred dollar bills, nigga what If shorty pussy's too big, I stick it in her butt