paroles de chanson City Of Light Restrung - Hilltop Hoods
I'm
from
the
city
of
light,
with
a
sky
of
vanilla,
Known
as
the
city
of
churches
home
of
the
serial
killer,
And
in
the
summer
it
feels
like
a
hundred
degrees,
Where
I'm
from
you
might
see
Suffa
MC,
Walking
the
traps
trying
to
escape
the
map,
Ninety
one
was
my
shit
I'm
trying
to
take
it
back,
To
when
writers
ran
the
line
and
transits
ran
the
gambit,
My
memories
the
paint,
let
the
track
be
my
canvas,
Thirteen
sitting
in
a
park,
sipping
wine
casks,
Watching
whole
cars
as
they
went
flying
past,
I
couldn't
paint
so
I
rhymed
to
the
writers,
They'd
laugh,
light
up
a
smoke,
and
get
blinded
by
their
lighters,
'Nasty
Arts'
ran
my
line
evading
cop
cars,
And
we
looked
up
to
them
like
they
were
rock
stars,
Paint
stained
hands
and
fame
like
Manson,
That's
Charles
not
Marilyn,
a
city
held
to
ransom,
Cans
and
markers,
Country
Road
parkers,
Hands
of
an
artist
left
the
landscape
enchanted,
Until
the
government
pigs
had
all
the
paint
washed,
From
our
city
walls,
end
of
the
renaissance,
And
so
the
walls
where
the
colours
once
played,
Were
replaced
by
the
buff,
now
a
sullen
blunt
grey,
White
washed,
shitty,
all
grey,
all
black,
Waiting
for
the
kids
of
this
city
to
take
their
walls
back.
I'm
from
the
city
of
light,
with
a
sky
of
vanilla,
Known
as
the
city
of
churches
home
of
the
serial
killer,
And
in
the
winter,
the
city
sleeps
dead
in
the
freeze,
Where
I'm
from
you
might
see
Pressure
MC,
Walking
the
traps
trying
to
escape
the
map,
Ninety
three
was
my
shit
I'm
trying
to
take
it
back,
Got
kicked
out
of
school
but
I
would
have
left
in
time,
With
nothing
but
an
ego
and
rap
to
get
me
by,
I
swept
floors,
packed
orders,
when
poor
racked
from
Porters,
Liquor
store
just
to
score
me
a
four
track
recorder,
Fifteen,
sneaking
in
the
back
door
to
the
gig,
Thought
I
could
rip,
bro
trust
me
I
fought
for
this
shit,
'Cos
the
city's
darker
than
a
starless
night,
And
treats
a
starter
like
a
fresh
Piece
of
meat,
greet
the
carving
knife,
Till
the
day
came
when
I'd
scar
consortiums,
I'd
lay
waiting,
train
stations
and
parks
my
audience,
Before
we
had
our
beats
made,
before
we
had
a
DJ,
We'd
rock
to
a
beat
box,
before
that
shit
was
clichéd,
You
see
mate,
I
refused
to
lay
low
and
gave
those,
Better
years
of
my
life
to
pave
roads,
Live
as
hell,
we
did
it
by
ourselves,
The
only
secret
to
this
shit
is
one
that
time
will
tell,
So
breathe
in
cos
the
city
invites,
jealously,
pity
and
blight,
HUH
You're
in
the
city
of
light.
You're
in
the
city
of
light.
![Hilltop Hoods - The Hard Road Restrung (Deluxe Version)](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/l/i/p/r/oyaznMRpIl.jpg)
1 The Hard Road Restrung
2 Stopping All Stations Restrung
3 Conversations From A Speakeasy
4 An Audience With The Devil Restrung
5 Monster's Ball Restrung
6 Breathe Restrung
7 Another Great Intro
8 What A Great Night Restrung
9 Obese Lowlifes Restrung
10 City Of Light Restrung
11 Clown Prince Restrung
12 The Captured Vibe Restrung
13 Recapturing The Vibe Restrung
14 Roll On Up Restrung
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.