Текст песни Tonnie Von Adelaine - Manifest

Tonnie von Adelaine

There' s a bar down the street where you can drown your pain
Sitting in the back Tonnie von Adelaine
Drinking and brawling 'till he's lost the feel
He's got a head made of cabbage and a liver made of steel
Pour it little muffin, pour us a drink
Pours a foot instead there's people trying to think
He swings the door open and leaves with a growl
One of these days he'll hear that fucking bitch howl

There ain't no hideout for his kind, no adaptation in his mind

Carve my initials in your face, done sucking up to the man
T- for torture A- for aggression, done eating out of your hand
In the street some kids are playing human chain
Hiding in the dark Tonnie von Adelaine.

Tell your mom I said hello, I'll show her how it feels
Caught the kid on his way home he's gonna taste his steel.
Eat me little muffin, eat me now
He tears him up a new one- like gutting a cow.
He leaves him there bleeding, lets out a growl
And in the back of his mind he hears that fucking bitch howl.

There ain't no hideout for his kind, no adaptation in his mind

Carve my initials in your face, done sucking up to the man
T- for torture A- for aggression, done eating out of your hand

They're everywhere in this world
Lawyers- drunkards- coppers- junkies- mothers- fathers, who can tell.

There ain't no x in they're head
No markings to be read
They're on the street and they're in your bed
Watch, watch out, watch them- watch your back
Pay close attention to they're eyes.
It's where the devil lies
It's where the devil lies

There ain't no hideout for his kind, no adaptation in his mind

Carve my initials in your face, done sucking up to the man
T- for torture A- for aggression, done eating out of your hand