paroles de chanson China Shop Taurus - Jehst
Nothin'
out
here,
what
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
Spit
rawness
Nothing
out
here
for
us
Uh,
uh,
ain't
no
glamourisation...
Yo'
yo'
yo'
The
sun
sets
over
cityscape
silhouettes
Bright
lights
flicker
Cigarette
smoke
pirouettes
It's
the
addictive
kiss
of
death
in
effect
I'm
a
little
stressed
Spittin'
liquor
breath
introspect
Hot
like
triple
X
Getting
lost
in
the
mixing
desk
Sweat
glistens
like
glitter-balls
reflect
Recollect
on
the
dreamscape
Escape
the
freebase
infested
police
state
Teenage
protesters
riot
in
the
heatwave
Fire
in
the
streets
Place
bets
on
the
sweepstakes
Check
how
the
greed
shapes
their
mindsets
The
beast
clockin'
like
Timex
Flexin'
their
biceps
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
BNP
berserkers
bent
on
murders
Teens
tagging
for
a
sense
of
purpose
Streets
is
tense
and
nervous
So
bait
is
bound
to
tempt
the
serpent's
appetite
Parasite
paradise
Po-lice
patronise
Lappin'
up
a
pack
of
lies
Macho
guys
Turn
hermaphrodite
by
candlelight
Still
they
wanna'
scandalise
mine
'Cause
I
spit
rhyme
I'm
tryin'
to
scrape
the
paper
and
escape
Quick-time
Get
yours
Utilise
your
get
out
clause
Outlaws
on
course
for
the
great
outdoors
I'm
way
out
like
Cheech
Wizard
Keepin'
warm
in
the
winter
blizzard
Bangin'
my
head
like
Lynard
Skynard
I'm
havin
nightmares
I'm
naked
in
my
groundfloor
flat
Grippin
a
baseball
bat
With
the
backdoor
open
to
night-time
predators
Crack
heads
high
like
heaven
gone
wrong
Watchin
back
street
revellers
Revelation
of
the
devils
messed
up
messengers
Sin
is
effortless
Yet
effecting
us
In
fact
infecting
us
with
disease
Beast
inspecting
Expecting
us
to
mess
up
Muck
up
Leave
you
bruck
up
You'll
get
beaten
the
fuck
up
and
cuffed
Some
even
got
snuffed
Others
live
on
to
puff
another
bag
And
brag
how
they're
mad
tough
Man
I've
had
enough
There's
nothin
out
here
for
none
of
us
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
Post-modernist
Pre-apocalypse
Livin'
in
this
rotten
metropolis
Existing
with
broken
homes,
hearts
and
promises
Park
bench
politics
Soapbox
soap-bar
smokers
acknowledge
this
novelist
The
broke
pocket
economist
On
a
mission
Fists
clenched
for
the
opposition
Sittin'
tight
like
Taliban
in
Tora
Bora
The
last
stand
Now
we're
livin'
in
the
land
of
the
lost
And
the
age
of
Sodom
and
Gomorra
Divide
and
conquer
You're
blocked
by
the
border
Locked
by
the
law
and
order
The
war
reporter
walks
streets
As
the
cycle
of
suicidal
thoughts
repeats
In
the
minds
of
the
poor
and
meek
A
meat
market
of
morbid
freaks
Freebase
heads
speak
to
inform
the
beast
A
bleak
picture
The
cycle
of
war
and
peace
is
crazy
vulgar
Sick
as
the
kids
that
killed
Damilola
Taylor
And
Jamie
Bulger
My
heart
broken
open
and
beating
slower
The
cold-blooded
grow
even
colder
In
a
globe
so
rotten
Like
teeth
in
cola
No
hope
of
mending
A
culture
of
violent
endings
pending
Our
pens
become
government
scapegoats
But
no
guns
bust
up
my
stage
show
So
yo
it's
like...
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
There's
nothin
out
here
for
us
Negative
forces
force
us
to
live
lawless
And
spit
rawness
I'm
like
a
china
shop
Taurus
I
talk
of
torment
And
pen
chorus
after
chorus
After
chorus,
after
chorus,
after
chorus
Don't
let
them
fool
you
Don't
let
them
pull
the
wool
over
your
eyes
Don't
believe
this
shit
read
between
the
lines...
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