paroles de chanson Cut the Lights! - Z. Smith

Ladies & Gentleman
I now present to you the works of Austin Shawn
Uh!

Someone cut the lights, people always lose their minds in the dark
Fists flying faster from the ones who came to start
Way more than just trouble coupled with their share of danger
Talkin' 'bout the subtle with disaster in their nature
Criminals, monsters, freaks & law breakers
Searching for a reason for irrational behavior
Renegades embracing they're place with the few remaining
On display but out of line like some kindergarten paintings
Entertaining yet paving a new path toward mass destruction
Spittin' all the words that make you fear no repercussions
Knowing damn well we're the reason your girl's dress drops
Yet we make you rage 'til the vein in your fuckin' neck pops

Someone cut the lights
And we gon' take it from the house to the streets now
Letting out all the rage that you've consumed
Bumpin' shit that makes you stomp to the beat now
Callin' all my dogs, we gon' howl at the moon
(Someone cut the lights)
Callin' all my dogs, we gon' howl at the moon

(Now whatcha take me for!)
We are the monsters, capable of haunting the dreams
Of the passive finding peace from repressing the fiends
Or the misfits - the friends you might see your kids with
The ones that make 'em say all that despicably sick shit
The ones whose bad decisions seem to almost be rhythmic
Inexplicable mischief tied down to 'em like kismet
The language they speak, never less than explicit
Blissed just to say, "Fuck that," or, "Fuck this shit."
Ain't it kinda funny how you're strongest at your breaking point?
The day is brightest 'til the dusk comes & flips a coin
Will you join the flock, take deep breaths and settle down?
Or will you start a pack, unlock the cage & let the devil out?

And it goes like

Someone cut the lights
And we gon' take it from the house to the streets now
Letting out all the rage that you've consumed
Bumpin' shit that makes you stomp to the beat now
Callin' all my dogs, we gon' howl at the moon
(We gon' howl at the moon)
Someone cut the lights
And we gon' take it from the house to the streets now
Letting out all the rage that you've consumed
Bumpin' shit that makes you stomp to the beat now
Callin' all my dogs, we gon' howl at the moon