Coffin Caddies (The)
Black-white-red
Landscapes of shadows, Build in tints of eerie red
Cops and hookers run this city Violent world, Violent Times
Place where money buys you time
My living hell
Born in Sin City
We bleed black, white and red
We're in Sin City Silent whispers sadness
Absorbed by walls of tainted blood
Stories of these massacres Population Deadly, God has given up on us
Try to stay alive
Patches cover scars
That happened just today Pills help an old mans beating heart
To fight crime one more day
Bow down to the cross
Preachers wash away your sins So many sins
From Letras Mania