Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gasoline , by - No Cash. Song from the album Run Your Pockets, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 20.03.2006
Record label: Morphius, VMS
Song language: English
Gasoline |
| No Cash! |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me |
| I burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree |
| With the strike of a match hit the gasoline |
| Pop Pills! |
| Drugs kill? |
| It’s worth the thrill |
| Started in the Nazo pits «Quick to Draw» (one time) |
| Sharp like a blade, we’ll cut ya like a chainsaw |
| Drink your blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk |
| Grind your fuckin' bones to lace my fuckin' blunt, punk! |
| Snap back crackle pop, motherfuck the cops |
| Always staying on my toes when I walk the block |
| When I go to the store, I bring my own discount |
| 'Cause I’m sick of paying money to suck corporate cock |
| Yo, I know my Spanish is rusty, but my English is olde |
| 40 down grab yourself an ice cold Colt 45 |
| Feelin' alive drunk as fuck in the daylight |
| Ready to die! |
| Sometimes, sometimes |
| I count the hours |
| When I’m alone, all alone with a thousand downers |
| A life thread we’re all just gonna stitch the seams |
| My body soaked in gasoline! |
| (Yo! Yo!) x5 |
| Nazo step to this |
| And I’ll slit your wrists |
| Cross you off the list |
| Unless you’re gonna wanna throw a punch |
| It’ll break your fist |
| Man up, duck down 'cuz the caps won’t miss |
| Bust six shots on an undercover cop |
| They’re all crooked motherfuckers and it ain’t gonna stop |
| So hold your ground down |
| Run your own town |
| Down with the man |
| Let the drums sound |
| I’ll hit you hard with accurate precision |
| Split decision |
| Yo, I’m sinning and I’m grinning |
| Fuck religion |
| Fucked up got a vision so listen |
| Do what makes me happy, not for money or attention |
| Flying on a 40, that’s how I get down |
| You say you’re the king but I’m wearing the crown |
| High on my throne |
| Sniffin' lines making deals |
| Got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal |
| Sometimes, Sometimes |
| I count the hours |
| When I’m alone, all alone with a thousand downers |
| A life thread we’re all just gonna stitch the seams |
| My body soaked in gasoline! |
| Sometimes, Sometimes |
| I stay alive |
| Witness sickness in the cloudy skies |
| A life thread we’re all just gonna stitch the seams |
| My body soaked in gasoline! |
| Body soaked in gasoline |
| Body soaked in gasoline |
| My body soaked in gasoline |
| Body soaked in gasoline (x4) |