Woorden:
Soul Control Playing Coward

In the company of wolves Strip away my morality by the second The mindless walk this earth They wait for numbers to be called Everyone's a victim From

of Romaness scholars My throne, is seated in soul, a sembiance placed in mine The breath of life, livin spirit, now my soul embrace the knowledge As I

rum My wallet got flowers on it, kill it cowards From the land, the stolen land, where gold chains control a man Three hundred holding hands, stolen grams I play

so funny cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny I got nails and burbs while you got pounds of curbs, and one of us got a play Basically

wallet got flowers on it, kill it cowards From the land, the stolen land, where gold chains control a man Three hundred holding hands, stolen grams I play

close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometimes I sit alone And look deep into my soul And I starrin' down at something That's very out a control

I rule the school! Then I'll be hip, then I'll be cool. BAND: You'll be empowered, John Winston Howard HOWARD: Not a single soul alive to call me coward