letra de outcome – beck

seventeen years in the city
static clinging to the ceiling
never did i think it would come to this
(outcome is different than i expected)
never did i think it would come to this
(outcome is different than i expected)

bright cops and cheerleaders
eyebrows painted on their heads
a mouthfull of rotting cavities
drinking coca-cola in the street

never did i think it would come to this
(outcome is different than i expected)
never did i think it would come to this
(outcome is different than i expected)

shot in the leg
shot in the leg
my leg is a bone
n*body home
my hand is a wire
the skies are fire
the drums are beating
pistols and jeans
left for dead
left for dead
left for dead
dead as a fly

- letras de beck