– Death March (Rmx) Songtext
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– Death March (Rmx) Songtext
Uh huh, what we have here is a failure to communicate
Come on!
Yeah, hey, hey
Tie an army to your bootstraps, coffee in your blood
Wallet full of food stamps, pocket full of drugs
Blueprints to move this, city from the mud
You get a discount at the morgue, if ya diggin′ yourself up.
Yeah, you go ham, I'll go back bacon
Taking steps towards death and the method is quite back breaking
Show up for dinner like a lab patient
But yet a masked Jason, you′re pointing at me like (I'm Satan)
Not in the slightest, lieutenant, treat my organ like my rifle
I'm a spiteful Lou Bennett, I′m a menace to all minsters
Evidence star winners is vivid as all genesis, gimme a call religion engaged
I sip a soda can full of rage and welcome death′s doorbell ringing on me any day.
Modern warfare best believe that many play
I'd rather die amongst the tribe than be alive as any slave
Death march
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
This ain′t time for goodbyes on a
Death March
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
Nose dive
Countin' sheep, not for sleep
Countin′ them cause so many surroundin me
They walk the streets, they watching me
Lately I look over my shoulder constantly
Walking in haze, foggy days for days, so far heat I can see the nuclear waste
So resortin' to drastic measures, propellin from roofs, cement boots and tarred feathers
Lat-lat-lat-lately feel sedated to
Slipping me poison, when I drink your wine and eat your food
Is it enough for you to change my mood
Hot as a???? I think I like a sa-sa-sa-sack of scoob
How come this whiskey make ′em shifty?
Black magic, addicts, signing up early just to get tipsy
My family told me be careful, they know this life's too risky
I told them to pay no 'em mind, while we marched in the line.
Death march
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
This ain′t time for goodbyes on a
Death March
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
Nose dive
Come on!
Yeah, hey, hey
Tie an army to your bootstraps, coffee in your blood
Wallet full of food stamps, pocket full of drugs
Blueprints to move this, city from the mud
You get a discount at the morgue, if ya diggin′ yourself up.
Yeah, you go ham, I'll go back bacon
Taking steps towards death and the method is quite back breaking
Show up for dinner like a lab patient
But yet a masked Jason, you′re pointing at me like (I'm Satan)
Not in the slightest, lieutenant, treat my organ like my rifle
I'm a spiteful Lou Bennett, I′m a menace to all minsters
Evidence star winners is vivid as all genesis, gimme a call religion engaged
I sip a soda can full of rage and welcome death′s doorbell ringing on me any day.
Modern warfare best believe that many play
I'd rather die amongst the tribe than be alive as any slave
Death march
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
This ain′t time for goodbyes on a
Death March
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
Nose dive
Countin' sheep, not for sleep
Countin′ them cause so many surroundin me
They walk the streets, they watching me
Lately I look over my shoulder constantly
Walking in haze, foggy days for days, so far heat I can see the nuclear waste
So resortin' to drastic measures, propellin from roofs, cement boots and tarred feathers
Lat-lat-lat-lately feel sedated to
Slipping me poison, when I drink your wine and eat your food
Is it enough for you to change my mood
Hot as a???? I think I like a sa-sa-sa-sack of scoob
How come this whiskey make ′em shifty?
Black magic, addicts, signing up early just to get tipsy
My family told me be careful, they know this life's too risky
I told them to pay no 'em mind, while we marched in the line.
Death march
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
This ain′t time for goodbyes on a
Death March
Walking towards our demise
I see the cliff, they see my eyes
Nose dive
Writer(s): Perocarpi Gianni, Garcia Bernardo Emilio, Miller Benjamin John, Eckhart Aaron B Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com