Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Lawless World , by - Mischief Brew. Song from the album The Stone Operation, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 23.05.2011
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
A Lawless World |
| Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95 |
| Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive |
| Used to warn you 'bout the Lower East Side at night |
| And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight |
| I remember sleepin' on the roof from June until the fall |
| Sister’d swat you with a stick, father’d slam you 'gainst the wall |
| All the cops were takin' bribes, all the bodies disappeared |
| Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer 'round here |
| So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school |
| Maybe crybaby’ll learn a thing or two |
| Yeah! |
| Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town |
| I got beat so many times 'til I learned to knock 'em down |
| Now I’m made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws |
| Built a house at nineteen 'cause at eighteen got the boot |
| So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues |
| Things ain’t what they used to be, don’t make 'em like they used to |
| Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death |
| It’s like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face |
| Smash up your fantasy — justice served, no one bleeds |
| I’m rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world (world! world! |
| world!) |
| And no one came along to pick me up off the curb |
| And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved |
| See I knew what I had to do, see some things I’ll never tell |
| I’ll take it with me to my grave, then I’ll burn my life in hell |
| And if you went to walk that mile, well, you’d be in for a surprise |
| Just a highway and a bind for hitchin' a ride |
| Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death |
| It’s like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face |
| Tear up your fantasy — peace kept, nobody beat |
| I’m rollin' up my sleeves — hey, where the hell you been? |
| Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win |
| The (?), we’re all just history |
| I cashed in, sold out, had nothin' left to cry about |
| I’d love to still believe there’s order in a lawless world (world! world! world! |