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Hit & Run
Oh god my faithless god,
What have we done.
Got this empty hole in my chest,
The one produced from the gun.
Hit and run,
It's all for fun.
Dollar bill.
Nothing's left to kill.
Kiss the dead bodys laying in the street.
Nothing, no one i haven't had an opportunity to meet.
What's another word for a wasteland?
Gangsters, hoes with no left hand.
The untouchable aren't safe here.
No, no one's safe here.
I saw the black top laugh, again.
From the way that the streets run red,
Only way to get your name on the news is to end up dead.
Body count,
bullet proof,
obituaries,
me and you,
Smoke stack,
"Man down",
blind attack.
reckless town
The untouchable aren't safe here.
No, I don't feel safe here.
