Tekster:
How It Ends End The Suffering

you're not invited [End chorus] ah aaaah oouuh wouhou ah aaaah oouuh wouhou It's a shame That you left me hanging like you did It was brave But it

your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine you could be stressing about split ends Certified

. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major

) How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of blood? In the blood inside (I'm bleeding through every cut) How many buckets of blood? How many buckets

in the end I think it is Karma, justice - whatever you call it It's really there - just keep looking for it Nobody said it would be fair But in the end I think it

who I am you upstart! How dare you intrude? You lied and schemed and took over a simple village And turned it into a vulgar playground for your own money making ends

the flashlights (fuck!) Got me laid out across the hood It's all good it nothing but leather wood This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it

game When I bang for the suffering 400 years We had enough of it It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it If I had to do it again I thug it twice

of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played