Humanerace

By Prick

On The Wreckard

Released on February 2002

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I'm getting sick of you sticking your nose in

Something you don't understand

I got the hate that cover to me to the over, above

And get another hand

A crooked waves

Just to twinkle daddy's day

I started hippin' a hop

Started trippin' a beat up

For you started to

Say it say it say it

You know what i mean

Your means are such a crumb

For i deserve to seat you sir

Crooked any way you want to show

A started hip at the hops

A scattered job at the rock

Before ?

And then there

And then there

Second time

Make me through

Second time

Just don't hurt

Don't know who don't like that

Friends who don't like that

Don't wait

Another think your hooking a dope

Just another starter wanna be ?

And you know it we thought that was joke

But now your just a part of the secret

Another pretty painted party fist

And so your traceable doubt

I keep replaceable doubt

A charted member of the human race

I'm at night

I guess you never got yourself