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In a field of lies and broken homes Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown In another life they ruled the land People selling people for their souls It's just a criminal afterlife It's nothing new to the scared and lonely It made me finally realize I'm alone When the tears of time begin to flow Son of an angel fires another bow Still it ain't right, still it ain't right, still it ain't I'm losing my sight, still it ain't right The way you kick me out my home It's just a criminal afterlife It's nothing new to the scared and lonely It made me finally realize I'm alone I don't need no hand of charity, feelin' low I got a feelin' that your money ain't right Gotta feelin' that you left me no sleepin' zone A walkin' idle bomb, you're fuse'n it slow Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it Letras de cancionesSystematic lyin' junky, cryin' rotten fool You made a million selling funky shades of rotten doo I don't need no hand of charity feelin' low A walkin' idle bomb you're fuse'n it slow Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it I don't need no doubting fire to free the stones Another cheatin', smokin' nuclear zone I don't like grinding the bone I-don't-see-no-future It's just a criminal afterlife It's nothing new to the scared and lonely It made me finally realize I'm alone From Letras Mania