paroles de chanson story - Clipping.
Godsmack
in
a
straight-jacket
A
mac
and
a
knife
A
broad's
back
and
it's
broad
back
at
the
taxi
a
trife
Motherfucker
the
life
lights
motherfucker
the
lights
Fuck
it,
it's
bright
as
a
motherfucker
He
right
as
a
motherfucker
The
rain
can't
stay
in
those
plastic
canisters
And
the
brain
pan
is
pandering
Dang,
man,
he
keeping
it
tucked
(what?)
The
nine
in
the
space
between
his
spine
and
the
belt
Buckle,
the
safety
is
on,
fine,
his
rocker
is
offline
He
rocking
that
cap
fitted,
she
sit
in
his
lap
kissin'
The
driver,
he
laughs,
nobody
see
him,
he
gas
dippin'
The
road
slick,
ass
slippin'
and
then
He
hope
they're
paying
in
cash
Sick
of
these
hipster-ass
kissers
kissing
everyone's
ass
but
his
History
major,
ain't
doing
shit
with
it,
but
what
would
he
do
Teach
at
the
fucking
new
school
of
the
arts?
For
a
bunch
of
hooligan
upstarts
Full
of
themselves,
not
smart
enough
to
grapple
with
anything
real
That's
when
the
Jaguar
emblem
crashed
through
the
driver-side
window
And
the
driver
of
the
Jaguar's
head
left
his
body
still
sitting
in
the
rental
The
couple
all
bloody,
tongues
punctured
by
each
others
teeth,
died
and
didn't
let
go
The
taximan's
been
bisected
by
the
hood
of
a
car
he'd
never
buy,
probably
would
never
drive
Randy
was
the
first
on
the
scene,
seeing
this,
couldn't
breathe
for
a
hot
sec
Just
transferred
up
from
the
desk,
cause
he
thought
he
was
ready,
but
he
not
yet
Hashbrown
and
eggs
on
his
shirt,
and
the
pant
leg,
soon
as
he
caught
a
whiff
Hadn't
thrown
up
more
than
once
since
he
was
a
little
kid
and
his
brother
made
him
drink
a
half
bottle
of
Pine-Sol,
spinal
everywhere,
he
wrote
the
report
as
soon
as
he
left
the
scene
Mind
all
everywhere,
he
gotta
get
more
booze
soon
or
he
gonna
scream
Time
all
funny
when
his
stomach
goes
skydive,
what
year
was
it
last?
Hadn't
had
a
drink
in
about
five,
but
mama
said
every
day
was
just
made
for
sipping
away,
he
may
be
slipping
But
hey,
nobody
said
they
was
perfect
Randy
got
somebody
by
the
collar,
pistol
to
the
face
Swore
he
just
said
something
'bout
his
mama,
say
it
to
my
face
Not
so
funny
when
I
got
a
chopper
all
up
in
your
mouth
Where
the
fucking
jokes?
You
a
comedian,
man,
spit
it
out
Spit
it
out
Spit
it
out
Why
you
ain't
gon'
spit
it
out?
Break
a
couple
teeth
and
give
him
something
he
can
spit
about
Blood
dripping
all
on
his
wrist,
boy
Randy
got
it
cold,
right
That
Police
Academy
shit,
he
don't
run
from
no
fights
He
don't
run
from
nothin'
Nothing
left
for
discussin'
Scumsuckers
all
over
drinkin',
smokin',
yellin'
and
cussin'
Last
week
got
a
call
'bout
some
drug
dealer
stabbing
his
cousin
These
cats
is
animals,
they
should
be
in
a
zoo
or
somethin'
And
he
protect
and
serve
These
bitches
got
some
nerve
Trying
not
to
serve
him
when
he
keep
killers
off
of
they
curbs
Killers
off
of
they
streets
These
killers
off
of
they
minds
So
they
can
go
to
sleep
at
night
and
think
that
everything's
fine
He
had
a
glass
of
wine
to
calm
him
down,
that
was
a'ight
Was
talking
to
this
sexy
girl,
half
black
and
half
white
He
asked
her
what
she
wanted,
ordered
up
another
pint
When
they
told
him
he
was
cut
off
and
all
Randy
saw
was
lights
And
Randy
starts
to
cry
He
can't
figure
out
why
He
told
his
sister
walk,
unless
she
stop
kissing
that
guy
She
said
"You
ain't
my
dad!"
He
said
"Bitch,
catch
a
cab."
And
that's
the
last
discussion
she
and
Randy
ever
had
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.