Letra de Turncoat (Live Acoustic At 11th Street Records)
Song's called "Turncoat" Please, help us sing (it's about people who are not our friends) A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three-oTurncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the lawAlrightState lies dressed up as evening news We're tired of lies, we want the truth Broadcast by corpses courting you We're tired of lies, we want the truthMost people, they will never know We're tired of lies, we want the truth With your or against you? I am against you because you're aTurncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the law Turncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the lawIn your corner Makes me wanna Douse myself in gasolineCivil servants fall in line for you Too brainwashed to see the truth You use anyone you can Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-ohTurncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the law Turncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the lawLair, oh, no And a turncoat and a thief Criminal with protection of the law The law Criminal with protection of the lawThat's the last song written on this piece paper here Would you want more and then, we're just gonna hang out Who's coming to the show tomorrow? So see you tomorrow, and we'll have the other guys that are in our band Right now they're driving a van from Denver And we fucking flew here (hey)High fucking rulers here, you'll see us on the street tonight What do guys know about Spirit Airlines? Nothing? I sat next to Dennis Rodman Okay, it goes like this