(HARD)



...to The Core Battle Scarred & Still Standin'



I'm Workin' The Technics The Newborn's Abandoned



Instead Of Demanding To Clock A Thousand Just To



Rock The House And Shit Walk The Miles In My Shoes



Kiss My Ass In The Middle Say Pretty Please



And See For Yourself That I Should Get Fi'ty Gs



Heads To Bed Over A Thousand Blown



I Got Skills To Satisfy Until The Cows Come Home



Yet And Still Getting Dissed By Dead Presidents



For As Long As The Random House Is My Residence



Run Down To The Point Where Some Say It's An Eyesore



But At Sundown, The Neighborhood Will See Some Shit To Die For



Restoration Of The Classic Spectacle And Proud As Hell



'Cause We Can All Share In Something More Respectable



Shouts Out To Those Who Voted "yes" In The Comittee



And Acid In The Face For Those Who Want To Treat The City



Like A Firing Range... In The Land Of Make-believe



You're Gonna Suffocate When It's Time For You To Take A Breather



So Drop The Bomb That Breaks The World In Two Pieces



You'll See The Bonfire Kindled With The Pages Of Your Thesis



Faces Of The Damned Are Seen In Pictures



To Be Burned In The Square Where They Used To Burn Witches!



The Path Is Made With Broken Glass To Crawl Across



All Is Lost... Destination: HOLOCAUST!