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• Artiste: Houses
• Titre: Fast Talk
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Me and my best friends cruising down West End Street Hiding from cops and driving circles around the block all week All of my friends died out on West End Street They say we're born to die young But we're just trying to live in peace So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops And maybe god is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just another word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs Then we'd better run Then we'd better run All of our friends went crazy on LSD Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets And everyone who knows our name Says that we ain't ever gonna change They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops And maybe god is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs Then we'd better run Then we'd better run What's up? Hey, what's up, man? Just sitting [?] And I'm gonna be 32 years old tomorrow. And I feel half completely alive and half completely dead We hope and we pray day after day They say we're born to die young But we're gonna find a better way We hope and we pray day after day They say we're born to die young But we're gonna find a better way So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops And maybe god is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs Then we'd better run Then we'd better run Then we'd better run