Sitting. type. rethink. add. Stare. share.



Ode to Bruce and the current state


Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap

Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide

The amusement park rises bold and stark

jammed with broken heroes
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap

Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
you're on a last chance power drive
through the streets of a runaway American dream

 its a death trap
its a suicide rap

'cause baby tramps like us