Faith No More - Crack Hitler |
Faith No More Sink the eight ball And nobody knows my name Buy the lady a drink Bodies float up Like bubbles in fine champagne From the bottom of the river He's the one, no doubt He's the one, no doubt Walking on the tight rope Got a gash on my head And a grin on my face Hidin' in the sheets And a shadow called danger In the hearts of every stranger And on the streets Teach the world a lesson Here he comes, look out Here he comes, look out Pick up the briefcase And a tap on the phone Sweat on the brow And lives are on the line On a high speed chase Breathin' by the roll of the dice Reachin' up to the top Reachin' up to the top We're depending on you It modified my personality "In regards to the usage of the drug... To the extent that I was "I was like a crack Hitler." Highly irritable." Keep up the fight And in the wink of an eye Never give up Ooh...ahh... Look out |
