that you're gonna die young It's such fun, such fun, such... Having a real fun time, such fun, such fun No Fun [Peter Laughner:] "Im dead, Im dead, Im dead, I'm dead
odds against God Here in the city of sin... in the city of sin I gotta get ahead To many schemes To many dreams I gotta be somebody Gotta bleed For
I don't wanna be no Catholic boy I just wanna have some fun I don't wanna be no Catholic boy And get beat by the nuns I don't wanna kneel, I don't wanna
I got a nuclear explosion Breathing down my back And my brain is burning Look through the pins in my eyes Well I don't care about living (well all I
All my boyhood friends told me I'd fail Spend my life time friendless or in jail All the girls at the school dance Wouldn't give me a second chance
you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to
a bullet hole I am Son of Sam I got death breathing from my hand I can't resist, I cannot fight I've fallen victim to his bite I have killed six but
past There's just a graveyard and it's coming fast Well we want the truth, we're the modern youth History has warned ya of And we're down to kill We'
change Don't know the days from the night [Chorus:] Dead and alive ain't breathing I'm Dead and alive feeling so damn Dead and alive Being a servant
You shining in the sky Faster than the naked eye I'm calling calling calling on you Things here got outta hand Take me back to the promised land I'm
your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark Don't
your rims, kids ride Big Wheels Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't With way more ego than you have true talent And this is for
come up But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own See how quick model
boys, turn your radio down It's the rock 'n roll boys, turn your radio down It's them reggae boys, turn your radio down Neighbors mind your business
What it is the king back in the buildin' Still stackin' and building, still rappin' to children Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels Like it?s back when we
children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. *