Lyrics Voices In My Head - Rare Americans

Killing in the name on maximum
Three best pals
Dad's Maxima
We are not doing what you tell me
Brother
Brother
Can you smell me?
Birthday money from grandma
A couple hundred bucks
We're spending it all on not giving a fuck
Four five-gallon jerry cans of gasoline
Living a rage against machine mean dream
Voices in my head
In my head
In my head
I got
Voices in my head
In my head
In my head
I got
Is there a way out?
A way out of this
Man
I feel like I just can't commit
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man i got my whole fuckin' life to live
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man I feel like I just can't commit
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man
I got my whole fuckin' life to live
Killing in the name on maximum
Three best pals
Dad's Maxima
We are not doing watcha tell me
Brother
Brother
Can you smell me?
A sell out
A coward
And a phony
Is he who turn his back on his homie
And we ain't gonna get no trophy
A giant failure of the circle A
Voices in my head
In my head
In my head
I got
Voices in my head
In my head
In my head
I got
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man
I feel like I just can't commit
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man
I got my whole fuckin' life to live
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man
I feel like I just can't commit
Is there a way out?
A way out of this?
Man
I got my whole fuckin' life to live
Live