Текст песни Faith No More - Crack Hitler

Текст:

Sink the eight ball Buy the lady a drink And nobody knows my name Bodies float up From the bottom of the river Like bubbles in fine champagne He's the one, no doubt Walkin' on a tightrope He's the one, no doubt Got a gash on my head And a grin on my face And a shadow called danger Hidin' in the sheets And on the streets In the heart of every stranger Here he comes, look out Teach the world a lesson Here he comes, look out Sweat on the brow And a tap on the phone And lives are on the line Pick up the briefcase On a high speed chase Breathin' by the roll of the dice Reachin' up to the top We're dependin' on you Reachin' up to the top In regards to My usage of the drug... it modified my personality to the extent that I was highly irritable I was like a crack Hitler Keep up the fight And in the wink of an eye Never give up Ooo..ahh.. look out

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