Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bruce Lee, artist - Underworld. Album song Beaucoup Fish, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 28.02.1999
Record label: Smith Hyde
Song language: English
Bruce Lee |
Bullet got the wrong bloke |
Life kid suck |
Drink from the box |
The juice kicks up |
Life give suck the box drink |
Yeah |
Life kid drink from the box |
The juice kicks up |
Life kids sucker |
Box drink |
Yeah |
Bruce lee |
Life kid seen from the box |
Seen from the box |
The juice from the box |
Kids suck life |
Kid get suck from the box |
Drink |
Bruce lee |
Life kid suck from the box |
Drink from the box |
The juice kicks up |
Life kid suck from the box |
Drink |
Yeah |
Bruce lee |
Life gets in from the box |
Seen from the box |
The juice from the box |
Kids suck life |
Kid get suck from the box |
Drink |
Bruce lee |
Life kid suck from the box |
Drink from the box |
The juice kicks up |
Life kid suck from the box |
Drink |
Yeah |
Bruce lee |
Life kid suck from the box |
Drink from the box |
The juice kicks up |
Life kid suck the box |
Yeah |
Bruce lee |
Life kid joke from the box |
Seen from the box |
Drink from the box |
The juice kid suck |
Life kid suck the box |
Drink |
Yeah |
Bruce lee |
Tanglon |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Life kid suck the box |
Skin hard sails in jail |
Hair always cut with a blunt tool |
Muscular but thin like springs |
But not steel |
For Ford men |
Four Ford men |
They sell it into vaporizing rulers |
Each way up in his own head |
Hold up in its fly flicking markses |
Piggy little piggy little eyes |
Holds and scape |
Just enough to let in light |
Bullet got the wrong bloke |
But he don’t die anyway |
Its nothing mortal if you don’t move |
You still have slot the wall in a blanket |
I have been this way for days |
Bullet got the wrong bloke |
It’s happened mortuary, you die it means |
Skin has it off the wall and it goes like this |
I have been this way for days |
Oh no, there’s a gun |
Over there under the bed |
Turn, let’s see what’s in the other room |
He grew up faster |
Just the disco with the one get my rope |
Pull through again |
A third rat a fourth to his head is calm the sheets of calm |
Bullet got the wrong bloke |
He’s out of the eyes now |
Strained gas on his head |
It’s dark, he comes up with his darkness |
Tanglon |