Paroles de Spiked

Renegade conquer the estate His daddy's down dealing Creation heaving His mom is on it Then off it Then on it again There's a mad dog inside his guts Got a mad dog inside his guts There's a mad dog inside his guts Got a mad dog inside his guts Walled hate Spiked Psyched up for a riot Come the revolution that we rave Wheeler-dealer of hashish and tequila A sure-fire healer Hashish and tequila Got reservoir dogs on pirate tape They've lost their and they've lost their shape Got two lungs that've both gone black Got two lungs that've both gone black Got two lungs that've both gone black But they still get smashed on dope and crack Spiked Psyched up for a riot Come the revolution that we rave Leave it to the dogs (Spiked is sketchy at best. These are the most complete lyrics I've found, and I'm not very good at deciphering myself)