CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Wasteland
I'm feeling some frustration for a whole generation
That's headed for damnation along with our nation
Were taking hard drugs and giving no hugs
But the retard took my credit card to the graveyard
He's taking souls and fighting drools
Grim reaper, you're the gatekeeper
But don't mess with the scorekeeper
Now you're p*ssing me off and I become a red eyed screaming ghoul
They say you're a w**** and that ain't no folklore
Childhood is a b*t*h if you're not rich
Holes in your shoes and vulgar tattoos
Set you apart, but won't get a sweetheart
Teenage hell spiked with zinfandel
Grapes turn sour before happy hour
Hold on or you just might lose your sh*t
And then your life
Meth is the start and death is the end
So take it easy is what I recommend
The future is foretold in days of cold
Earth and space frozen in place
Humanity lost is the ultimate cost
Time is your enemy and destiny will win
Then you become a has-been
Your olden, not golden
And holding on to a lost cause
So pause and reflect reject
No self respect
Can you up
To the top, don't stop
Remember, in December the end is near
Take a new stance, forget about romance
Damn the ladies, all you need is a Mercedes
Go the extra mile, don't be hostile
Once in awhile go berserk, be a j*rk, even a piece of work
Resisting arrest is no intelligence test
Be careful on the street
Lay down a beat
Beware of the sl*t with the cigarette b***
She's mean, unclean, and not even eighteen
That's headed for damnation along with our nation
Were taking hard drugs and giving no hugs
But the retard took my credit card to the graveyard
He's taking souls and fighting drools
Grim reaper, you're the gatekeeper
But don't mess with the scorekeeper
Now you're p*ssing me off and I become a red eyed screaming ghoul
They say you're a w**** and that ain't no folklore
Childhood is a b*t*h if you're not rich
Holes in your shoes and vulgar tattoos
Set you apart, but won't get a sweetheart
Teenage hell spiked with zinfandel
Grapes turn sour before happy hour
Hold on or you just might lose your sh*t
And then your life
Meth is the start and death is the end
So take it easy is what I recommend
The future is foretold in days of cold
Earth and space frozen in place
Humanity lost is the ultimate cost
Time is your enemy and destiny will win
Then you become a has-been
Your olden, not golden
And holding on to a lost cause
So pause and reflect reject
No self respect
Can you up
To the top, don't stop
Remember, in December the end is near
Take a new stance, forget about romance
Damn the ladies, all you need is a Mercedes
Go the extra mile, don't be hostile
Once in awhile go berserk, be a j*rk, even a piece of work
Resisting arrest is no intelligence test
Be careful on the street
Lay down a beat
Beware of the sl*t with the cigarette b***
She's mean, unclean, and not even eighteen
