- Sni.tch.es a.nd Ta.lke.rs G.et Sti.tche.s a.nd W.alkers
Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid
I, I, I will break his jaw
I won't, I won't, I won't let him get his hopes up
No-oh-oh-oh
And I will save him from himself
Here's a picture with a note
"No, don't turn out like me"
It's only for your own good
- Th.is A.int A S.cen.e I.ts A.n Ar.ms Ra.ce
Я торговец пушками,
Я снабжаю вас оружием в виде слов.
На самом деле мне всё равно, кто победит,
Пока в этом клубе звучит музыка.
Для меня это просто бизнес.
Это не спектакль, это, твою мать, гонка вооружения.
Это не спектакль, это, твою мать, гонка вооружения.
- Меня не колышет
Say my name, and his in the same breath,
I Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow feel flames
Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
- Сахар, мы спускаемся
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)