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  • Shadow Streets Anthem

    Shadow Streets Anthem

    Infinitely Stoned Productions

    I got a dirty little dictionary

    Burning holes inside my tongue

    If I say it in order

    Maybe I can turn the damage into drums

    Ass in the mirror,

    I been staring too long Asshole thoughts when the night goes wrong

    Bastard luck with a busted halo

    Bitch of a mood when the bass drops low

    Bullshit piling up, I kick through the door Cocky little grin like

    I’ve been here before Crap in my past,

    but I made it art Cunt of a world tried to chew

    my heart I don’t say it pretty

    I don’t say it clean I say it like a thunderstorm

    Trapped in gasoline

    Damn, damn, let the words hit back

    Dirty little soundtrack dressed in black From the first bad word to

    the last mistake I’m turning every curse into a heartbreak shake

    Hell yeah, let the speakers scream

    I’m not polite, I’m not pristine If the whole world wants me

    quiet tonight

    I’ll spell my rage in neon light

    Damn, I been tired,

    but I still stand Dammit,

    I keep fighting with blood on my hands Dick move memories,

    they still replay

    Dickhead voices trying to ruin my day

    Dipshit choices, yeah, I made a few

    Douchebag smiles from people I knew

    Dumbass dreams that I chased too far Then I found myself in

    the wreck of a star I

    don’t say it pretty

    I don’t say it clean

    I say it like a matchstick

    Kissing kerosene

    Fuck, fuck, let the words hit back Dirty little soundtrack dressed in

    black From the first bad word to the last mistake I’m turning

    every curse into a heartbreak shake Hell yeah,

    let the speakers scream I’m not polite,

    I’m not pristine If the whole world wants me quiet tonight

    I’ll spell my rage in neon light

    Fuck, there it is,

    the fuse in my chest Fucked up nights when I couldn’t rest

    Fucker in the back of my brain won’t quit

    Fuckface fear tried to make me sit

    Fuckhead doubt with a knife in its grin Fucking thunder rolling under

    my skin Goddamn, I’m alive and I hate how it hurts Goddammit,

    I made a crown out of dirt Hell in my lungs,

    but I’m breathing still Horseshit lies couldn’t break my will Jackass pride

    got me bruised and loud But I still walk tall through a

    blackout crowd Motherfucker, I rose from the floor Piss on the fear

    that chained my door

    Pissed at the ghosts that kept calling me weak Prick little doubts

    with their claws in my sleep

    Pussy little panic tried to swallow my flame

    Shit hit the fan,

    but I stayed in the game

    Shitbag past tried to drag me below

    Shitface grin when I stole back the show Shithead voices all fade

    when I sing Shitshow life,

    but I made it swing

    Shitty old scars turned gold in the dark

    Slut of a rumor couldn’t poison my spark Son of a bitch,

    I’m still here tonight Whore of a world tried to sell me

    the light But I bought back my shadow,

    I sharpened my name Now every damn curse word is feeding the

    flame

    Damn, damn, let the words hit back Dirty little soundtrack dressed in

    black From the first bad word to the last mistake I’m turning

    every curse into a heartbreak shake Hell yeah,

    let the speakers scream

    I’m not polite, I’m not pristine

    If the whole world wants me quiet tonight

    I’ll spell my rage in neon light

    A to W, ashes to wire

    Every curse became a choir

    I didn’t clean it I made it burn higher

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