Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Confessions, artista - Insane Clown Posse. Data di rilascio: 23.06.1997
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Confessions |
| Father, yes I confess for doin' it |
| I had a brain, but life had to ruin it |
| Screwin' it, dissinfected |
| dissected, don’t respect it |
| When you put me in a cage full of animals |
| Savages and cold blooded cannibals |
| I can’t help but become what’s around me |
| Try to run but they found me, surround me |
| Then they choke ya, and provoke ya |
| Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker |
| I tried to rub it off, but it’s all I know |
| The only thing I ever knew, so what to do |
| Look at you, a bigot till you’re growin' old |
| You’re growin' old, with a soul that’s freezin cold |
| So I confess but even if I’m all wrong |
| I’ll be down with the clown till I’m dead and gone |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| I confess, this lady had the purse, so I took it |
| I took it home, opened it, I shook it |
| She had papers, lipstick and nail polish |
| Credit cards and about 27 dollars |
| I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there |
| It seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere |
| On the light post, by this mail box |
| I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks |
| But there it was on the side walk, waitin' for me |
| It tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it |
| I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it |
| It was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off |
| Father I confess, I’m a criminal |
| But my worlds too subliminal around me |
| Look at them, all the wicked masses |
| That’s why I’m down with the clown 'til I’m ashes |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| It’s like a circus, a wicked carnival |
| Everybody’s got a ticket, they’re lookin' |
| For the freaks, to point and gawk at |
| Look at yourself, the jokes on you Jack |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |
| Yes, I confess but I really could care less |
| Father, I tried but fate wasn’t on my side |