Judge em on the up, It's bound to be bad luck Instantly running to survive, You judge a man by the he takes his faith and place himself Up in the dreamscape, Free the trappings The flesh trap him, The flesh tap him And these lights look in the city And one day this be his city He got more dreams Luther King, The pipes of mightÿ do for him But some get by keeping the peace, In reach and being quick to squeeze
The takes a hold of you, the whole of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose. The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.
Honour among thieves is the of a fool The only is the talk of your tool Decent people just stand by pure happy it's not him How long does the last How is a piece of string Your off being mad as a... And then you wont to face a thing Run and hide a french to chaos firm and waiting for the pay off These those types of days it aint no use in being afraid
The game played here cuts strings it's The game played here has a of rules The pain is life, the painÿ is It's as life, it's plain as breath
The role takes a of you, the whole of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose. The role takes a of you, the whole of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.