[ Featuring the Bandits ]
I'm feeling like a hurricane, working through the night game, my torn reins and just like that I fell victim of the night
They tell me in a cynic well I got no better clinic, my mum left home my dad too stoned landed on my own two feet
They say i'm bad shit crazy but I don't know why and know one will look me straight in the eye
Who? tells me how too live, its my life and just like that I fell victim to the night
I'm too young to sleep but I found this new recipe, keep your powder dry and your eyes pinned wide on the side of the street
I got a pocket full of innocence and a fist full of vengeance my wounds run deep you'll find me on the side of the street on a Saturday night
