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Theory Of A Deadman – Strangers

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Альбомы: Theory Of A Deadman – Say Nothing
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Текст Theory Of A Deadman – Strangers

Текст:

The dark side of the city
Sirens are the stereo
The dark side of the city
How low can we go?

How low can we go?

Don’t let it get you down, no
We’re getting more than we can handle
We live a dangerous scandal
No love, no
No love, no
Kids afraid of being shot up
The shooter drills are how they brought up
With E. Gonzalez we all stand up
We call B.S. though, no love, no
No love, no

The left-wing and right-wing are flexing the fight
Afraid to speak out when we know this ain’t right
Our thoughts and our prayers, they don’t help if we got
Time to change it (yeah)

We all living like strangers
We ain’t living like neighbors no more
No love, only anger
How low can we go?
How low can we go?
Oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
How low can we go?
How low can we go?

The upside-down is now the future

Friends online, but, damn, they use ya
And social media don’t choose ya
It’s just a shadow
So shallow

Money and greed don’t get ya what you want
It’s beating us down, we don’t want it to stop
Out here just spilling our blood for the top
But we about to feel the drop

We all living like strangers
We ain’t living like neighbors no more
No love, only anger
How low can we go?
How low can we go?
Oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
How low can we go?
How low can we go?

Instead of tryna forgive we all got something to prove
Instead of fighting to win we out here choosing to lose
Instead of calling for peace we out here yelling for war
Instead of setting hopes high we got our face to the floor
Instead of speaking our minds we got nothing to say
Instead of showing some love we got a heart full of hate
Instead of breaking from lies we out here bending the truth
Instead of fists in the air we got a Nazi salute

What more can I really do?
Just goes on, and on, and on
Wouldn’t expect me to put up a fight
‘Cause we just strangers after all, right?

We’re all living like strangers
We ain’t living like neighbors no more
No love, only anger
How low can we go?
How low can we go?
Oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
How low can we go?
How low can we go?
Oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
Low, oh-oh, whoa-oh-whoa
How low can we go?
How low can we go?

Альбом

Theory Of A Deadman – Say Nothing