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• Artiste: Make Them Suffer
• Titre: Small Town Syndrome
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Blew another, blew another, blew another gasket with two in the trunk, one in the back Fill another, fill another, fill another casket, go fuel at the pump and hit the gas Gotta get out, foot down and go, go, go Gotta get out, or it's your funeral Gotta get out, get out just go, go, go This city talks, trust me Everybody knows Everybody knows you're a mess Get up and go, everybody knows That you wear the blood on your hands That's, that's everybody Even your skeletons remember what you did It's not your paranoia You're in the city of the dead City of the dead So take a look outside, the condition It's small town syndrome and big time lows You hardly knew them, just avert your eyes Freeway exit closing, put your foot down and drive Gotta get out, foot down and go, go, go Gotta get out, or it's your funeral Gotta get out, get out and go, go, go This city talks, and I know Everybody knows Everybody knows you're a mess Get up and go, everybody knows That you wear the blood on your hands That's, that's everybody Even your skeletons remember what you did Bloodsucker Just strap yourself in, motherfucker Now you're approaching the skyline And as you shoot through the sunrise Just think You gave it all away to feel alone You gave it all away to feel, and you feel alone Even your skeletons remember what you did Feel alone Even your skeletons remember what you did Feel alone