Tekstovi: Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards. Viking. 1%.

well in the steam of the man hole cities slum
like a ghost it takes form in the sludge and the scum
well jose said he knew him but not for very long
you know the mexican kid well we all called him john
he was cut down quickly his legs wouldnt run
you see it all came down to big danny's gun
he was a devil to most but an angel to some
he ruled his block with a gangload of men
coz im a

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GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND ITS
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST

swastika tatooed on his head
at the age of 24 he ate a bullet in bed
well big danny cleaned up the mess that he left
as he explained it to me
well he wept and he wept
he said ' IT DONT MAKE NO FUCKIN' SENSE!'
he told me ' little lars' keep it under your breath
revenge was coming from the tip of his tongue
i guess it was served when jose didnt run
coz im a

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well i was 11 years old
there was a knock at my door
there was some trouble in my manor
its outta control
well big dannys handcuffed hes on the floor
yeh he told me to run and he told me to bolt
as my mother cried you know my father lied
well big danny was there he was at my side
he taught me how to love he taught me how to be free
YEH FREE