And it's a long, long way to the top But when you come down, it's one headlong rush You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light Hanging like
We went down to the old part of town By the stinking canal and the cotton mill Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on With a gesture she said
Cigarettes and carrot juice and get yourself a new tattoo For those sleeveless days of June I'm sitting on the Cafe Xeno's steps with a book I haven't
I hate my generation I offer no apologies I hate my generation, yeah I hate my generation I picked it up and threw it away I hate my generation now It
This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age
Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Well, the year of the redneck mama It was announced by the sign of a comet Hanging
[Unverified] on up, and there's a stub on the sky Ooh, you can still come and bring me coffee in the morning You can still come and make me chicken fried
I'm so fucking sick I'm the king of the world I'm a genius of useless stuff Some people they gotta work Well I just hang around Dreaming up useless stuff
Sweet thistle pie Sweet thistle pie It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie She claps
Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you 'Cause in my life I got nothing to believe in Except
Oversættelse: Cracker. Guldalderen.
easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable
from, the Oakland town Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making dollars so long Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone See his diamonds and gold
force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making dollars so long Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone See him draped in gold
platted nine So I can hit you in the nick of time hit the nicest I can find Every nights a different dime (Madchild) I was a crazy little devil at a early age
home is where the physco rage, spending long nights and cold days, Inside a Bible cage, is it the curse of a Bible plague, Welcome, to the cyber age,
up crack And it?s a natural fact in his pockets he had stacks Bad ass beemer he drove 'cause he sold his soul To get a hold of the chrome and gold True
