Print

We breakdance on broken glass We haunt these cities with your face as the mask You like to know but you are too afraid to ask We've taken all of your wives and gave the whole town a bath No reason for treason, we'll stock you every season You doubters love our style and every while ends with a smile The sons look down to us, some get away with us By the runs who mack for dust, our wounds are done destruction for us Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Deliver a spill of lies, hold faith upon your kings You'll know when we come cause this is the song we'll sing You'll know when we come cause this is the song we'll sing Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings Split cities into three and cut your peacock wings From Letras Mania