Teksty: Jeff Buckley. Malign Fiesta (No Soul).

You got your 24 Swastika tattoo yesterday
You got ????? away
You got your 24 karat gold pierced earning in your nose
Twenty four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows

You got no, you got no

You know when ??? disease ??? violence
??? wish away your parents
You got yourself a girl wth the face and the voice of a whore
You don't want a phone
But you don't know what you kill yourself for anymore

You got no, you got no You got no, you got no

You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your skin
You're no soul rebel it's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no soul

You call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but a woman ??? like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you don't talk, act, walk, and piss like they do
You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone
So whadya got? a God to pray you

You got no, you got no You got no

You're no soul rebel if you spit on your sister
You're no soul rebel with your boot on yourskin
You're no soul rebel it's your last chance to fight
You're the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no

You call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but your woman down like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you rape, scheme and lie like they do
You got no woman, no song, no drome
So what have you got, a God to pray you

You got no, you got no You got no

You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your skin
You're no soul rebel it's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no

You got no, you got no You got no