كلمات Fashion By Force

Crazies in the still of the night Armed and ready looking for a life They got the look that means no good Out to satisfy a growing taste for blood It’s all the rage The latest craze Par for the course Fashion by force Jack he’s a real strange guy Right out of the blue he blew his mind Inside a demon crawls Shark eyes, stone cold animal Eastside first street and main Sirens wail all too late again These guys you can’t foresee No cause, somebody’s history