Songtext von Fuck

Fuck a dead body, don't pick 'em up, let 'em dry East Side, 59, with the choppers out the ride Mommas cry, kids die, second line, Vietnam Testify, crucified, have your family by your side Full of fuck shit, double my cup with mud, bitch Sluts wanna suck dick, hit 'em with the drop kick Bitch, your pussy nonsense, demons with the Glock grip Suicidal cult shit, love to watch the blood drip Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye Rather be dead than bored, settle the score Let the metal pour right on to the floor Fuck your brain, you fucking whore Fuck your chain, you slave, I left the bloodstains on the door Blade made of iron ore Made stains right on the shore Washed away, the waves took it north But now I try to stay warm Catch another flight and now I'm back on tour Can't relax me motherfucking sacre coeur Used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn I'm just a dead man walking, yeah I'm just a dead man walking, yeah I'm just a dead man walking, yeah I'm just a dead man walking, yeah I'm just a dead man walking, yeah I'm just a dead man walking, yeah