Lyric

Bullet to the head, bullet to the head

Fly again na stand up making the sound

Living in the mad world, bread is rot

We’re gonna get mad at the fucking system

Bullet to the head bullet to the head

Fly again na stand up making the sound

Living in the mad world, bread is rot

We’re gonna get mad at the fucking system

Everybody gets down in mad world, everybody gets out in mad world

Everybody gets down in mad world

Don’t run away, defiled sea, my cat cry in the fire brain

Our throat is break, get burned wood, cannot start in the fire brain

West side east side

Burn up I sent to the begin to the end

You want to pay we lie for you

Big up I sent to the begin to the end

West side east side

Burn up I sent to the begin to the end

You want to pay we lie for you

Big up I sent to the begin to the end

Feel like I fell off

The end of the world

It’s fuckin’ tasty

Breaking down da your town

The dead human is sitting down

Breaking down da your town

The dead human is sitting down

Breaking down da your town

The dead human is sitting down

Breaking down da your town

The dead human is sitting down

Breaking down da your town

The dead human is sitting down

3.2.1 Fire

Don’t sign a piece, defiled sea, my cat cry in the hu-hu-hu

So limp leg, miss hood, cannot believe in the hu-hu-hu

Look up your face, you count sheep, cannot sleep in the hu-hu-hu

Our throat is break, get burned wood

Take a chance with your blood one shot!

West side east side

Burn up I sent to the begin to the end

You want to pay we lie for you

Big up I sent to the begin to the end

West side east side

Burn up I sent to the begin to the end

Burn up!