Dalszövegek
One Man Army Dead End Stories

for the boys [chorus] well he's headed to the Mad Dog where he's looking for a skinhead girl he'll take what he can it's the story of a man and the life

serving two to four behind bars and when he thinks back to the day there's a crooked smile played across his face as he says to himself out loud no one

'll never relate to me I don't care for the finer things and I sure don't need them the smug upper class looking to write off one more tax they're going

well they all gave him six months at most he'd be right back right back at home [chorus] but his names in the marquis lights tonight Hollywood the kid with a one

standing on the corner stuck in the avenues waiting for a ride as the fog rolls in he's got his leather jacket zipped up tight (it's Friday night and

well I'm always on the wrong streets -- another dead end story the cars never they never stop for me -- another dead end story biding my time my time to strike -- another dead end story

made you kiss the nina? What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor? What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina? What if a black man was the one controlling

at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one

got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G.