Luyện nghe bài hát Poisenville Kids No Wins/Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

This is the of what you don't know killing you
is the sound of what you don't need still true
This is the sound of what you don't still in you
Never

When a wire lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of engineering steered me in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of
Before the paper's delivered, I sat on the corner and a light

The same corner I perched when I zone on the block first
At almost 5 O'clock for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda the zone was forgot
As if the grid had been and couldn't catch to the clock

Or the stoop was stuck in the past a minute
And I sat in it
With a Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted
on

And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a lush
At a flow with the druids of destructo luck
Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the maroonist
Layered against the tone from where the thunder lived

Here I was directly under it like some dejected little
And they told to stay and wait for the
A cotton ball in a of mischief or brain prison
With a thought rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits

And fucked it's way my gray matter, the tattered territory
Stayed chattering and nagging it demanded it yell it for me
And I tried to hold the back', but the meditation was otherly
Fixated on what a friend and relating it to my struggling

void so damn smothering
But we were of poisenville
And saw the less repugnant

And the right as the triggerman
the back up plan of self destruction
And I the type of chemicals
That could me towards that function

It's the stuff I hard for discussion
How the do you explain
our own self destruction
And still remain

To the question, yes, the city wants you gone
And thats the thing connecting us
But the is so strong
So how dare you assume that I'll sleep you're dead
This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable

I will not give you the go
And you not be remembered fondly
I'm throwing down the
Fuck you, this isn't decision

And for all the holy fuck I
little spectacle is ended
But don't for just one second
You've your obligations to me

I'm serious, in my eyes
I don't find this or whatever you imagine poetry
And justice feels when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my buddy
impressed with your imagined sacrifice
Device or regret

You are not pained
And if you go we won't be
And who the hell are you to put me
The of watching this

Cause many better men have
For clearly better
And I starkly must you
That you have not even trying

And that's the thing
about you
Stop me if I'm

We are always outnumbered but we were never out
There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the
In this town if you a sound
You're the leper the most fingers

The league of nobodies
The other teams in ringers
No in the majority, no hope for the little ones
pulled a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss

So what the are you feeling
That your struggle so wondrous?
Enough to arrogantly
What's of the rug out from under us?

I think not, you're in the barrel
All us crabs are caught
And if I have to live, you to live
Whether you like shit or not
on

Dedicated to the drowning, and the futility of
The desperate friends forced to
And to my good friends who
To allow it to to me

You who you are
You know I'm talking about
Believe me, man, I

Never, never, never, gonna get way again
Never, never, never, gonna get way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, get that way again

Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never,