Day after day, night and day
men and women fight all the time
Oh, you and your uncle playing guitar,
me and god are like oil and water, vanities
the sheriff's office is calling
the neighbors inflames.
Night after night (the fool on a hill)
we are menaces, the grammar
the world fight all the time, ladies and gentlemen
my name is my nickname, a bad fame forward head
(arrive all over you)
but I'm still in control of the situation
even though he is an outlaw
I still control a lot of people's daily lives.
Iam broken glass, Iam the grass, I am your passport.
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