Testo di Low Life

Time standing so still-breaking your will Old wounds don't heal-trampled underheel See all the grief-on the city streets Murder and deceit-pain and defeat Now you know why everybody stays inside Lock your doors up tight find a place to hide inside You better lock your doors up tight Streets awash with blood-black skies up above That's when I fell in love-can't get enough Politics are corrupt-resources all used up Take a drink from my special cup 'cause life isn't worth much New York City nights living the low life Got me feeling tight got me feeling light I see the bod the bod the bodies See all the death and I see the disease See all the garbage piled up to my knees Feels like the sun is a hundred degrees I see the bodies as they lie there People walk by as if they don't care Piles of blood scabs and hair I smell the stench of death in the air I see the bodies lie everywhere And the city Cries And dies Power rules the land-with an iron hand Keep close to your clan-know how sh*t began Keep fighting the war-on the rich and the poor See what comin' in store-see what to ignore Now you know why everybody stays inside Lock your doors up tight find a place to hide Find a place to hide, find a place to hide, find a place to hide