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• Artiste: Rain Machine
• Titre: Desperate Bitch
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Well we're movin' on up, on up Just a small divide, Left a cross burnin' up on the lawn But it's alright, 'cause the smoke is divine, Holdin' out for some true crime. Beatin' down the boys in blue, With a chain or a crew or a handful of rocks And a night out just runnin' wild, Runnin' wild through the park over landmines. Today I was a desperate bitch, And all that followed was me ringin' my hands Between these walls like a housefly Just watchin' the days pass by. Green is the color, green is the color, Of my true love's eyes And a Jackson would do, but a Benjamin Might just make me cry...tears, The kind that accompany smiles To live the dream holdin' hostages overwhelmin' With a car, and a dog, and a Russian bride. Keep my day job, just turn tricks on the side. Today I was... Today I was... Today I was a desperate bitch, And hollow bibles mean you're gutless, So no bridge to jump, and no tracks to dive, Plus that'd be rash, and it might itch, But it's not quite an infection And a fall takes no direction Fuckin' death machine - it's so limitin' And there's only two ways about it: Up is blood money Down is ennoble It's just pathetic and crowded Today I was a desperate bitch, And all that followed was I found myself, Standin' here naked and blue, In front of you with castration fears Holdin' self-pity dear Caca all froze up With pimps down and ho's up And I said: “Fuck all” And I said: “Fuck all” And I said: “Fuck” And I said: “Fuck” And I said: “Fuck” And I said: “Fuck all”