Mr nothin
..
Ain't got no sense no more
----
Sick a this dyin ****
----
I look up at god he look down
At New York City
---
Yea right
I say
Not again
-----
Sick a these rich folk killin the poor
Ain't you?
...
Maybe not
-----
What good the perfect dream
If it don't come true?
----
Sick a this dyin ****
---
----
Gonna be a death song march and rattle
--
We know
We know everything
----
Me and the bag lady ridin easy
-----
****** on Lexington and 23 d street
---
Mr nothin
--
I thought we'd win
---
God still looking down on New York City
---
But knows
America is dead
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Mr nothin
..
Ain't got no sense no more
----
Sick a this dyin ****
----
I look up at god he look down
At New York City
---
Yea right
I say
Not again
-----
Sick a these rich folk killin the poor
Ain't you?
...
Maybe not
-----
What good the perfect dream
If it don't come true?
----
Sick a this dyin ****
---
----
Gonna be a death song march and rattle
--
We know
We know everything
----
Me and the bag lady ridin easy
-----
****** on Lexington and 23 d street
---
Mr nothin
--
I thought we'd win
---
God still looking down on New York City
---
But knows
America is dead