A car run fast in the ave.

leaving a trail full of blood

you think we'll never can get you

you think you'll never stop.



have you ever thought `bout my feelings?

did you have some mercy at all?

people says you paid for my killing

all i have is a stomach to crawl.



Papers shows you acting your play

paying for a story of silence

paying for a short twist of fate

you know you have no defense

you know you have no defense.



Your son is waiting for justice

a stranger is paying the crime

i ask what kind of shit is this

Actually, you don't give a dime.



Papers shows you acting your play

paying for a story of silence

paying for a short twist of fate

you know you have no defense

you know you have no defense.