White track
Rips off town, steals from his brother
Rips of himself and steals from his brother
Grass sliding, slasher, brain dead fucker
Loathed by everyone but loved by his mother
You bleed in my eye, you bleed in my eye
Always a snipe try, never a green guy
Why then should you do it again and again and again?
She brings him his night time brown and flask
No one likes to feel that they've been bought
Grass eyed, slashed eyed, brain dead fucker
He's a wise guy, when guy
Why then should you do it again and again and again?
Don't like my eye spy
Loathed by everyone but loved by his mother
Loathed by everyone, loved by his mother
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
Give you a [Incomprehensible] for the thing upstairs
It's not the hip or the ship that gets you caught
