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Hey rubber, I'm glueI sure could use some pills to take the bounce right out youAnd trampoline my toking habits back to 02'When Jane was looking but her Mary was not in viewAnd did we think we'd fall like thisAshes ashes for the kidsFalling softly is the trickDefeat is the word on the street todayAnd if I could unassociateThe word on the street from my god damn, well it'll be a miracleTake a piece from my favorite thingsAnd if they constitute this a forgery, no tell them it's just me I'm...Ooh, baby when you shake that thing for meYou see all the player haters gotta come and step to meBut what they don't know, and never will they knowHow far degrees and manners goAnd I've got both, so here's a toast, you just got ownedHey miss royaltyWhy can't you put a cap on making boys go crazyI'll be your king but fear that I am far too lazyI can't relax when pressured by conducted ladiesSo girls let that guard on downSongtexte'Cause we're just too weak to shield back upI'm breaking down the fortress in their headsAnd mine's on fireOoh, baby if you're seeing right through meDon't think of taking credit cause it's just transparencyYou see ya won't know, and never could you knowWhere I do let my colors showI keep them close, not on my clothes, under thoseand if I dare to take my rage to townI'll fuel my rage with bars and bottles downCause what I do know, and age will let you knowOf simple cures like jack and cokeAnd we've got both, so start your doseAnd when my mind is set adriftI think of all the boys she'll kissI'll make their heads and concrete mix, a bloody mixAnd with that lasting taste on their lipsI'll make the pain fall through to their kidsI'm so sadistic, I'm sick and twisted, I'm close and distantAnd ashes ashes fall to the groundAnd ash is gonna cover the townAnd hopefully its people will drownAnd I can hardly begin to describeThe way she makes me feel insideShe breaks me down into a nothingThen I come back as her somethingShe's the only one who knows,But she never fucking tells me thoughWhat I am, or what we areAnd it doesn't seem we go farHell no, hell no, it sure doesn'tHell no, hell no, it sure doesn'tYou smother my face, as if to cure the burning flamesBut baby it is you who's burntI got your ashes in an urnI'll spread you in the Indian, Atlantic, PacificOr just to be ridiculous I'll choose the ArcticCause you're so cold, you'd be at homeIn an enclosed globe, I'll shake the snow and rattle your head Aus Songtexte Mania