Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Own the Night , by - Drapht. Song from the album The Life of Riley, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.03.2011
Record label: The Ayems
Song language: English
We Own the Night |
| The blood, the dust |
| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd |
| The boom, the bap |
| And we come out when the sun goes down |
| We own the night |
| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight |
| We own the night |
| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home |
| We own the night |
| When the sunsets ride in |
| And there’s a damsel tied to my track cryin' |
| Fire in the hole riding up |
| Cause pale rider is dynamite when he fire up |
| Never biting my tongue, biting a bullet |
| A young gun pull a crowd, Kalgoorlie to Coolum |
| With my good, my bad |
| No Jessica Mauboy, no Tomahawk, no drug store cowboy |
| Urthboy he’s got 'em sticking their hands up |
| Don’t need to rob, got one better a Mantra |
| Through the dust redder than Santa’s suit |
| Red as rust, red as the blood that the vampires chew, and yup |
| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed» |
| Feel the skies open to tell you |
| In a world that’s built around taking what you will |
| And we will, cause well we want |
| The blood, the dust |
| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd |
| The boom, the bap |
| And we come out when the sun goes down |
| We own the night |
| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight |
| We own the night |
| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home |
| We own the night |
| Uh, yeah |
| Tilt My head to the heavens above, for in sunset we trust |
| When all else fades, all that remain is us |
| Silhouetted by the embers of a red dusk |
| Yesterday’s memories embedded in the red dust |
| Roam a path unknown and uncharted |
| Past the last post and back to where it started |
| So far from home, I feel half alone |
| But never part of a show that’s half hearted |
| This is where my heart is, blazing a trail |
| Across the night sky with my partners |
| Mantra, Drapht and Urthboy disperse through |
| Your city of residence and kick down curfews |
| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed» |
| With each new town a new battlefield |
| So now you know how my troops feel |
| Eyes of the nation glued to our boot heels |
| The blood, the dust |
| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd |
| The boom, the bap |
| And we come out when the sun goes down |
| We own the night |
| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight |
| We own the night |
| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home |
| We own the night |
| You do not need proof with a noose prepared |
| Can’t threaten my family and I refuse to beg |
| And though the road may have developed a ruthless air |
| I am not what the accuser said |
| Wanted dead or alive the sign posted |
| Pioneer justice, Authority’s boasted |
| But inside the saloon bar |
| Urthboy, Mantra and Drapht were the names they toasted |
| Didn’t matter bout the tag latter day bandit |
| Whatever the date Saturday standard |
| Border to border the night time landed |
| We put out the call you answered, chanted |
| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed» |
| We ain’t relying on no steel, but the wheels in motion |
| And the hours open, give or take the trimmings |
| And we’ll see you again God willing (God willing) |
| They call us renegades, rebels and rogues |
| And no good for you so it goes |
| Little did they know that we live by the code |
| That ode, that oath to the wild eye |
| If I live to tell the tale |
| Through the bitter cold morning dew |
| We’ll start another fire |
| From the shadow of an ember and walk as new |
| The blood, the dust |
| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd |
| The boom, the bap |
| And we come out when the sun goes down |
| We own the night |
| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight |
| We own the night |
| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home |
| We own the night |