Chrm 4 Lyrics & Chords By Les Rats

I grew up with black kids, I call 'em my friends, vietnemese and the mexicans, your parents fuckin' hate me you know I hate them too. I roll with teh freaks and the misfits,...read more

We grew up together We saw it all we thought we had it made But how was I gonna know That the bond we had would soon begin to fade The times we spent the fun we had Are...read more

Brother to brother Man to man Nation to nation We enter the age of...Crime I see the shadows of the rising sun I stand aside as the deed is done ...read more

Kalachnikov style Et c'est une mère qui pleure A.K. 47 style Et c'est un gosse qui meurt Smith & Wesson style Et c'est une chair blessée Remington style Et...read more

Hey! I guess what you're thinking, And things you say about me; When you know I can't hear, in your Private meetings, when it all comes clear, That no-one's missing me Hey!...read more