its three to one [chorus:] Blood on the Streets, the temperatures rising Blood on the Streets, the fists are flying Blood on the Streets, the scene is dying Blood on the Streets
Vertaling: Eindelose Struggle. Bloed op die strate.
If I put u on my hit list/ u gonna walk around with football equipment/ tha guns that we squeeze put bullets in ya chest/ cause we squeeze arm like blood
, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on the Falklands Government
Reveals his home amidst the streets. Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint The smell of acid on his gun of paint. As it carves out anger in a blood
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
world Under streets muddy with blood Where poets die And the sky thrashes in agony Twilight visions Demons and diamonds Fall down before your eyes In the endless
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments