Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Own the Night, artist - Drapht. Album song The Life of Riley, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |