Woorden: The Bronx. They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy).

What's left of California?
What's left of Los Angeles?

Sidewalks cry 'cause they're not as high
Shooting old dope
Rich kid skies are a good disguise
Lining our veins with hope

What did you get for free and where you gonna sell it?
Why should I give a shit cover up your face lift?
What's left of my broken heart what's left of Los Angeles

We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it

Scrape black tar from a guilty lung
Throw a needle in your arm
Cough up wrongs of the city stars
They didn't mean no harm

What were you supposed to be and what did you turn into
We don't even need you here but where you gonna run to
Good drugs, bad streets, arms tied, my world capsized with style

We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it

I got a [Incomprehensible] just leave me alone
I got a new plan, get me outta here
Pretend sincere stumble on words
Desperation the warmth of a gun
Last hundred years, remember twenty four

We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it

We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it