ain't a ho in Harlem that can't get piped or any five boroughs My 9 semi starts trouble, I want y'all to act up Go head and play dumb Billy Bathgates
A long stone and my day?s all serpentine The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length Does
Do what's easy steal every red cent out of the wishing well smoke cigarettes until your chest rattles like hell just do what's easy Waste every evening
Say a prayer for the damage day come on Suit it up to approximate the dawn Well the street lights now are a company kiss And they buried your bones within
Say your prayers before your eyelids roll On every single lie you've told On every single lie you've told On every single lie you've told Let the name
I have a room with a cord and a fixture And I have a cork in the last wine of winter You have the eyes and the breath of a spider And I own a mess and
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Vertaling: Bath Gate. Fok Dit.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Serpentine.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Doen wat maklik.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Die Laaste Wyn van die winter.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Rusteloos.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. 'N flits van lig gevolg deur.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Cold Fusion (slange).
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Madison Huis.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Glimlag soos 'n vuis.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Elke muur wat jy Eie.
Vertaling: Chris Bathgatestraat. Die Laaste parade op Ann St.
