Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk All The Days, artist - Black 47. Album song Green Suede Shoes, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Walk All The Days |
| I never think it |
| Would end up this way |
| As I lay on the ground |
| And silently prayed |
| For God’s intervention |
| My soul to save |
| Who the hell is the saint of lost causes? |
| Could see by their eyes |
| My time it wasn’t long |
| Reporters inquired why my vest wasn’t on |
| My partner was crying |
| For me to stay strong |
| The sirens seemed to grow quieter |
| Walk all the days |
| Just to stagger at night |
| A pension at twenty |
| If all goes all right |
| To the junkies, the yuppies, ice-t, and the whores |
| I bid you a slán agus beannacht |
| It seemed that the shooter |
| Was barely fifteen |
| Already, his life had been stripped of all dreams |
| The crack, and the gats |
| Make for one hectic scene |
| Life’s never seemed any cheaper |
| I’ll always remember |
| The words that he said |
| Over and over, they ring though my head |
| «Go ahead, shoot me! |
| I’m already dead!» |
| I see there’s more than one victim |
| Walk all the days |
| Just to stagger at night |
| A pension at twenty |
| If all goes a-right |
| To the junkies, them yuppies, ice-t, and the whores |
| I bid you a slán agus beannacht |
| On the day of the funeral |
| They all would be there |
| The TV, the papers, that scumbag, the mayor |
| They’ll tell all your family |
| Their grief is shared |
| Next week, you’re going to be forgotten |
| To my friends, I say |
| Goin' out for a drink |
| «Don't give a fuck |
| What the hypocrites think!» |
| Belly up to the bar |
| Your glasses all click |
| A toast to your fallen brother |
| Walk all the days |
| Just to stagger at night |
| A pension at twenty |
| If all goes a-right |
| To the junkies, the yuppies, ice-t, and the whores |
| I bid you a slán agus beannacht |
| Walk all the days |
| Just to stagger at night |
| A pension at twenty |
| If all goes a-right |
| To the junkies, them yuppies, ice-t, and the whores |
| I bid you a slán agus beannacht |
| Police (…) |
| Fighting the nation |
| With their, (…) |
| Police (…) |
| Scaring the nation |
| With their, (…) |
| Fighting the nation |
| With their, (…) |
| Scaring the nation |
| With their, (…) |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt |
| Fighting the nation |
| With their, (…) |
| Scaring the nation |
| With their, (…) |