Teksty: Baby Namboos. Get Your Head Down.

If you are born with it

Its a gift you wont miss

Its like breathing

So if youre offered free new tricks

Accept it with open arms

cause there aint no four leaf clovers

Or no gypsy lucky charms

Keep knocking on the walls

And Ill blow off your...

Turn in seven hundred hours

Turn in circles again

To raise our clan

Life in the pen

My brain is mangled,sanity too

Countin the days

I wont do any listenin

Keep knocking on the walls

And Ill blow off your balls

Knock on the door

Youre asking for more

Come in the room

Gettin sent your doom

As the waves roll in

My five senses wearin prim

Waves of tiny people

Trapped in a russian tin

People all over the world are screamin

For the love of a young child will be fadin

A taste of water and corruption

While faith and religions all over the world

Self-destruction

Many controllin the place of a dollar

Or its a creator on the streets flippin collars

A bomb with a snake

In both of your fists

While a hurricane was blowin

Breathing,just around the corner from you

A bomb with a snake

In both of your fists

While a hurricane was blowin

Breathing,just around the corner from you

Partys empty

While Im havin to shave

It doesnt smell good

Beginning to fade

Stimulation I need

Some positive feed

Its time to create,dont anticipate

Put this all behind

Try to look through

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do

Keep knockin on the walls

And Ill blow off your...

A bomb with a snake

In both of your fists

While a hurricane was blowin

Breathing just around the corner from you