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In
your
head
Inside
your
mind
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
What's
in
your
head,
in
your
head
What
resides
within
your
thoughts,
within
your
head
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
I'm
packin'
up
my
shit,
as
much
shit
in
the
car
as
I
can
fit
I'm
packing
my
belongings,
cramming
the
car
with
all
I
can
And
I'm
just
drivin'
as
far
as
I
can
get
Driving
as
far
as
the
road
will
take
me
Away
from
these
problems
'til
all
of
my
sorrows
I
forget
Escaping
these
troubles
until
my
sorrows
fade
from
memory
What's
tomorrow
like?
'Cause
tonight
I'm
startin'
life
again
What
does
tomorrow
hold?
Tonight,
I
begin
anew
Get
to
the
corner
and
stop,
fuck
am
I
goin'?
Reaching
the
corner,
I
pause,
questioning
my
destination
Besides
psycho
when
I
fantasize
startin'
my
whole
life
over
Going
crazy,
fantasizing
about
starting
over
Yeah
right,
oh
and
I
might
go
and
Yeah,
right,
perhaps
I
might
even
Get
hypnotized
so
I
don't
even
recognize
no
one
Seek
hypnosis,
to
erase
all
recognition
I
try
to
look
alive
but
there's
nothin'
like
holdin'
your
head
up
high
I
feign
a
lively
facade,
but
holding
my
head
high
feels
empty
When
you're
dead
inside
and
I
just
hide,
so
in
When
I'm
dead
inside,
I
conceal
it,
so
Case
you're
wonderin'
why
my
insides
showin'
If
you're
curious
why
my
insides
are
exposed
'Cause
I
done
spilled
all
my
guts
and
those
are
mine
so
I'm
It's
because
I've
spilled
my
guts,
and
they
belong
to
me,
so
I'm
Pickin'
them
up
and
stuffin'
them
back
Picking
them
up
and
stuffing
them
back
in
Fuck
it,
I've
done
enough
in
this
rap
shit
Enough
of
this
rap
game,
it's
futile
Recovery
brought
me
nothin'
but
back
Recovery
only
brought
me
back
To
right
where
I
was
and
perhaps
To
square
one,
and
perhaps
This
coulda
been
my
victory
lap,
if
I
wasn't
on
the
verge
of
relapse
This
could
have
been
my
victory
lap,
if
not
for
the
looming
relapse
What's
in
your
head,
in
your
head
What
resides
within
your
thoughts,
within
your
head
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
What's
in
your
head,
in
your
head
What
resides
within
your
thoughts,
within
your
head
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
It
seems
to
be
the
reoccurring
main
theme
The
recurring
theme
seems
clear
The
shit
I
would
daydream
as
a
kid,
I
was
eighteen
My
childhood
daydreams
at
eighteen
I
went
from
an
irate
teenager
to
still
raging
From
irate
teenager
to
enduring
rage
Isn't
it
though
amazing,
back
then
I
put
anything
Isn't
it
astonishing,
back
then
I
poured
everything
Into
the
rhyme,
whether
it
was
sad,
mad,
happy
or
angry
Into
my
rhymes,
be
it
sorrow,
anger,
joy,
or
fury
I
spit
it,
the
mainstream,
I
hit
it
I
spat
it
out,
hit
the
mainstream
Yay
me,
I
did
it,
did
what?
Yay
me,
I
achieved
it,
achieved
what?
Hailie,
baby,
I
didn't
mean
to
make
you
eighty
Hailie,
my
dear,
I
didn't
intend
to
make
you
eighty
Percent
of
what
I
rapped
about
Percent
of
my
lyrical
content
Maybe
I
shoulda
did
a
better
job
at
separating
Perhaps
I
should
have
better
separated
Shady
and
entertaining
from
real
life
Shady
and
entertainment
from
reality
But
this
fame
thing
is
still
the
hardest
thing
to
explain
But
explaining
this
fame
remains
a
challenge
It's
the
craziest
shit
I
ever
seen
It's
the
most
bizarre
phenomenon
I've
witnessed
And
back
then
it
was
like
I
ain't
even
And
back
then,
I
didn't
even
Bothered
taking
into
consideration
Consider
the
possibility
You
one
day
being
older
and
may
hear
me
say
things
That
one
day
you'd
grow
older
and
hear
me
say
things
I
didn't
(A)
mean
and
(B)
just
ain't
me
I
didn't
(A)
mean
and
(B)
don't
reflect
who
I
am
Okay,
so
ladies
and
gentlemen
Alright,
so
ladies
and
gentlemen
Let's
strip
away
everything
and
see
the
main
reason
that
I
Let's
strip
it
all
away
and
reveal
the
core
reason
why
I
Feel
like
a
lame
piece
of
shit,
I
sound
cranky
and
bitter
Feel
like
a
worthless
piece
of
crap,
sounding
grumpy
and
bitter
Complain,
beef
and
bicker
'bout
the
same
things
Complaining,
arguing,
and
bickering
about
the
same
issues
'Cause
when
I
look
at
me,
I
don't
see
what
they
see
Because
when
I
look
at
myself,
I
don't
see
what
they
see
I
feel
ashamed,
greedy
and
lately
I've
been
contemplating
I
feel
ashamed,
greedy,
and
lately
I've
been
contemplating
Escaping
to
get
away
and
go
wherever
this
road
takes
me
Escaping,
getting
away,
and
following
wherever
this
path
leads
It's
making
me
crazy,
what's
in
my
It's
driving
me
insane,
what's
within
my
What's
in
your
head,
in
your
head
What
resides
within
your
thoughts,
within
your
head
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie
What's
in
your
head,
in
your
head
What
resides
within
your
thoughts,
within
your
head
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
Zombie,
zombie,
zombie-ie-ie,
oh
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