will No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you can't, it's not my fault there's wall to wall empty cans
Traduction: The Streets. Empty Cans.
day I will, No-ones going to fucking tell me jack, But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans
I walk on decrepit bricks And kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
burn from the skyline on top of the world Til there's nothing left of her Let's watch this city burn the world my body doused in ash With two empty cans
them gees (Proof: Gimme that!) Them crab niggaz, wanna jingle ya keys What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3) [Proof] Y'all don't run the streets, the streets
the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone THere's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sitting on top of the world Walking in the shadows of empty
streets Cause you can't make it very far When your tank is on empty The final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of
. Churchill says We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end Mr. Beaverbrook says we gotta save our tin And all the garden gates And empty cans are
came Well it kissed our feet And a magic moon lay down on our street Oh love and death It's like war and peace One single outreach On this empty beach
town, long cape and hat, People stood and stared then closed their doors, as he passed, He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans, Then the
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
lungs pretending The echoes belong to someone, someone I used to know And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go Ba ba ba I wanted to walk through the empty streets
to town, long cape and hat People stood and stared then closed their doors as he passed He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans Then the
Muppet In Shades: I saw these crazy dudes And they went out on the street They were cleanin' out the empty lot And makin' it neat I said, "Man is this
