The very last words I heard were absurd
Words made me stutter
My head turn and my eyes shutter
What the f*ck! Say's eye in the mind
I can't believe my luck!
Spread in the gutter was a letter doing better
Unread
I picked it up
And I read it, my head rang struck
Now I regret it
Said it:
"If it's dry we shall wet it
Never mind if its alive we shall dead it
A new time more inclined for our kind will beget it
You read it, through my words you won't forget it
Your God? He regret it
Never mind him if he knows that their freedom
Is a thing from within
And as long as they can sin
We can keep them wondering
Where it is."
Came down like great thunder
Made my mind shake and wonder:
"Are we all going under?
What! I said, what is this!
Damn what is this shit!
Who could write this shit?
Who wrote it?"
I'm walking on the tips of my toes
And I suppose that you're talking
Through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it
New flow, new time more inclined for your kind
Will beget it, now you know that I read it
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
While you suppose that I'm running
From the silly little threats that you show
Corriendo y escapando, chiflando
Manteniendo-nos en el mando
Gritando: "Que está passando?
Que coño está passando?
El mundo esta acabando
El cielo esta sangrando
Lo veo en el campo
El tiempo está cambiando
Vamos, vamo-nos, los dejamos
Como no, estamos solos
Recibimos lo que merecemos, vamos
No tengas pena, no lloremos
No vale la pena, por asi decir:
Read in the letter: Obey!
You who don't pay, obey!
You who don't play, obey!
You who can't stand in the rain run away!
Slaves for the trade, obey!
I'm walking on the tips of my toes
And I suppose that you're talking
Through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it
New flow, new time more inclined for your kind
Will beget it, now you know that I read it
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
While you suppose that I'm running
From the silly little threats that you show
She came walking down like she knew
Like she had a plan for the man, me and you
What they plan for you is to slip ya in this noose
Slide it tight around your neck
Until you lose the ability to choose
She saw I had her letter, thrown in the gutter, as it
Fell
I heard the words from its writer make me shudder
"What's the matter?
Subject matter got your nerves on a platter
Do they flatter what you knew
Does it matter what you do?"
(Miss) I say, this is what I think:
Would you put your lips around the tip of my dick
And then spit when I jizz so's it drips on your tits
Degrading, this is what I think of you lady. Shady
Witch!!
Oh, you say why I gotta be so sick?
Why you gotta be such a bitch?
Who pretends she never been such a bitch?
I can see through your tricks trick!"
I'm walking on the tips of my toes
And I suppose that you're talking
Through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it
New flow, new time
More inclined for your kind will beget it
Now you know that I read it
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
While you suppose that I'm running
From the silly little threats that you show