Il testo della Outcome

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 mouthful 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, nobody 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