Представляем точный текст композиции "Freds Got Slacks" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Flatliners (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Freds Got Slacks» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Flatliners (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Flatliners (The) - "Freds Got Slacks"
Lyrics to Freds Got Slacks : Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch Where you find out what happens in the end Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming! And the earth will plummet to the ground again I hope to death that no one knows and they dont find a way To bullshit, cheat, lie, and steal Then run away through the trenches and the streets The famous alleyway Ive got a feeling that today is not my day The facts have been stated, theyre implausible The cause of the week Too heavy for a freak like me Like me Hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet And all your feelings in a fist Its too much to resist when youre only 16 Waiting for the weekend train to come Right outta here 6 strings to the wind and Im gone Head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun When the shells hit the ground, its time to go home Apathetic, were pathetic Its easy to see The fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me Hands up, fists high For everyone to see! Were destructive, so disruptive Its gotten to me Lets hit the streets and show em what we mean HEY! Weve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane Its the same as everyday Everyday is the same Still havent found the answers to the questions Ive been asking And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I remember Those days, didnt they seem so long ago' Free to go wherever we wanted Free to say no End of the line and were really wasting time End of the like and theres no one left behind us Hit the cobblestone road Theres precision in the distance Who gives a fuck if hes a metro-sexual' I know you did, cause youre a hetero-molestico Theres malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable Finding a new way can be devastating to some Look on the bright side, youre not the one toting a gun You wipe your ass like everybody does And ask for my reasons Well Ive got none Hands up Fists high [ Freds Got Slacks Lyrics ]
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