On Deadly Ground Lyrics
| Song | On Deadly Ground |
| Artist | Walter Schnitzelsson |
| Album | Sugar Kids Won't Stop Screaming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jozef Reznik | |
| 作曲 : Jozef Reznik/Miroslav Michale/Jakub Jostiak | |
| It’s all about high street cred, | |
| Never mind that none knows, | |
| I wonder if there ever been someone, | |
| You haven’t told about your made up brawls, | |
| In course of a day, you mind your mom, | |
| And after dark, teasin’ a plastic gun, | |
| Bullies, police, drop to your knees, | |
| Hoodies, hoolies, they’re all enemies, | |
| Steven, stop chasing your dream, | |
| All you leave is mess, | |
| Can’t you see, | |
| And stories, you’ve spiced up, | |
| Made you a wannabe, | |
| And no one believes, | |
| Got drama skills beyond compare, | |
| Though your eyes, | |
| Give you away, | |
| Stop swinging them fists in vain, | |
| It won’t save your fairytale, | |
| Split lips and broken ribs, | |
| Crimes without witnesses, | |
| Black and blue, good for you, | |
| Who you trying to fool, you bled through, | |
| No one, no one, no one believes | |
| I don’t fall for this shit, | |
| Steven, | |
| Eat this .. |
| zuo ci : Jozef Reznik | |
| zuo qu : Jozef Reznik Miroslav Michale Jakub Jostiak | |
| It' s all about high street cred, | |
| Never mind that none knows, | |
| I wonder if there ever been someone, | |
| You haven' t told about your made up brawls, | |
| In course of a day, you mind your mom, | |
| And after dark, teasin' a plastic gun, | |
| Bullies, police, drop to your knees, | |
| Hoodies, hoolies, they' re all enemies, | |
| Steven, stop chasing your dream, | |
| All you leave is mess, | |
| Can' t you see, | |
| And stories, you' ve spiced up, | |
| Made you a wannabe, | |
| And no one believes, | |
| Got drama skills beyond compare, | |
| Though your eyes, | |
| Give you away, | |
| Stop swinging them fists in vain, | |
| It won' t save your fairytale, | |
| Split lips and broken ribs, | |
| Crimes without witnesses, | |
| Black and blue, good for you, | |
| Who you trying to fool, you bled through, | |
| No one, no one, no one believes | |
| I don' t fall for this shit, | |
| Steven, | |
| Eat this .. |
| zuò cí : Jozef Reznik | |
| zuò qǔ : Jozef Reznik Miroslav Michale Jakub Jostiak | |
| It' s all about high street cred, | |
| Never mind that none knows, | |
| I wonder if there ever been someone, | |
| You haven' t told about your made up brawls, | |
| In course of a day, you mind your mom, | |
| And after dark, teasin' a plastic gun, | |
| Bullies, police, drop to your knees, | |
| Hoodies, hoolies, they' re all enemies, | |
| Steven, stop chasing your dream, | |
| All you leave is mess, | |
| Can' t you see, | |
| And stories, you' ve spiced up, | |
| Made you a wannabe, | |
| And no one believes, | |
| Got drama skills beyond compare, | |
| Though your eyes, | |
| Give you away, | |
| Stop swinging them fists in vain, | |
| It won' t save your fairytale, | |
| Split lips and broken ribs, | |
| Crimes without witnesses, | |
| Black and blue, good for you, | |
| Who you trying to fool, you bled through, | |
| No one, no one, no one believes | |
| I don' t fall for this shit, | |
| Steven, | |
| Eat this .. |
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