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Faith No More

Crack Hitler

 

Crack Hitler

(albüm: Angel Dust - 1992)


Flight 8-1-0 to Miami now boarding gate 12

Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float above
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne

He's the one, no doubt
Walking on the tight rope
He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hiding in the sheets
And on the streets
In the hearts of every stranger

Here he comes, look out
We're depending on you
Here he comes, look out

Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathing by the roll of the dice

Reaching up to the top
Teach the world a lesson
Reaching up to the top

In regards to my usage of the drug
It modified my personality to the extent that I was highly irritable
I was like a crack Hitler!

Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up

Ooh ooh ah ah look out
Ooh ooh ah ah look out
Ooh ooh ah ah look out

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