CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Poverty Train

Well it looks good and dirty on shiny light strip
And if you don't get beat you're gonna get yourself a trip
You can see the walls roar
See your brains on the floor
Become God, become cripple
Become funky and split
Why was I born
No no no
No
No no
No

Well I just saw the devil and he's smiling at me
I heard my bones cry "Devil, why, why is it got to be?"
Devil played with my brother
Devil drove my mother
Now the tears in the gutter are floodin' the sea
Why was I born
No no no no
No
No no
No oh

Well it looks good and dirty them shiny lights glow
A million night tramps tricks and tracks will come and go
Well you're starving today
Ooh, you're starving today
But who cares anyway?
I feel like i'm dying
Yeah, I feel like I'm dying
Oh, I feel like I'm dying
No
I swear there's something better than gettin' off on sweet cocaine
It feels so good
Getting off the poverty train
Mornin'