Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somewhere In The World It's Midnight, artist - Street Sweeper Social Club. Album song Street Sweeper Social Club, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 02.08.2009
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
Somewhere In The World It's Midnight |
Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock |
Time to get out of school and think |
Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm |
And quittin time means it’s time to drink |
Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock |
Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig |
But somewhere in the world it’s midnight |
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs |
Somebody needs to bottle |
This adrenaline |
Throw death the middle fin |
Stompin through your suburbs |
Like coke, meth, and riddling |
Streetlights and little sins |
We fight for little yen |
Despite the bitter end |
And ignite carcinogens |
This here’s a little shot of |
Can’t-Be-Stopped |
A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me |
A little Fuck-The-Cops |
Cuz them parasites’ll suck your wop |
And bankrupt your flock |
Chuck you overseas to duck the glock |
And in the gallows of San Quentin |
The officials were smitten |
By the smooth, suave way |
Which my initials were written |
So they paid no attention |
That the scribbled transmission |
Read «Imma get outta here, |
Pray I don’t get ammunition» |
Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock |
Time to get out of school and think |
Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm |
And quittin time means it’s time to drink |
Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock |
Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig |
But somewhere in the world it’s midnight |
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs |
Sometime the night falls just so |
You can’t see the scars |
Discourse between the stars |
Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs |
I know a corner- if you say «cocaine» |
They claim that you takin the lord’s name |
In vein |
I cam to spit flames |
Until this shit change |
Until we switch games |
The streets drown in pain |
Now |
Y’all might just drink and fuck to this |
Let’s knuckle up and deconstruct the shit |
Imma show you what they dysfunction is |
They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists |
Vile and vulturous |
Let’s get tumultuous |
And bring a multitude |
To where their luncheon is |
Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock |
Time to get out of school and think |
Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm |
And quittin time means it’s time to drink |
Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock |
Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig |
But somewhere in the world it’s midnight |
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs |