Lyrics Brass Knuckles - Living Things

I got you but you got the monkey
I'm out here in dead New York city
Wanted you befor you might become phobic
Why is it that you come when you're hungy?

Drop your guns

Go
Tainted the streets
Go
Tainted the streets
Go
Tainted the streets
And run with me
Let's go

You don't know me, but we are your army
We got Reverend and guns, we are ready
Hey to Kuwait is everyone listening
Tell me how is it that we can keep on hurting?
Why can't we stop?

I got a news from deep
I got a hollocoust
I need to find some friends
Who understand
It's like a get up, step up
I got my brass knucles in my hand