Tekst:
Pain Army Of The Bored

peace of mind the likes of these cannot be contained by promises, laughter, or time passionate are their intentions coveted now is their membership to the army

ain't, slowly going blind They stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behind The Angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shit They army

and a fresh crimson stain And so came the third of these unyielding visions A picture of war and ferocious divisions An army of saviors marching as one

decaffeinated Known for leaving ya satiated, I'm delegated Representatives in my House ain't thirsty cause I'm Irrigated Niggas get irritated, Hate it when I'm elated They're pained

the people would Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again Come join the British Army

with all the super-duper Disco breaks, have what it takes A man who never makes mistakes A rappin lord, I'm not a bore The baddest man you ever saw The