Letra:
Nobody ever gave him a good turn What do you expect? He was always let
down They never wanted to let his action down But also they wanted it
sublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally He was always in the middle
for him On the fields of Brooklyn They said tone it down Hill
understood
them But he is hostile
We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp Just
troubadours, and put-down to hostiles
For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the
work of God They still recognize that many prominent MC members are
wondeful people They're warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided
Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned They call us "shadowy"
Anti-hostile They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the
individual
Hostile
Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against rhythmn And
now we're old, elite of the damned Anti-hostile
down They never wanted to let his action down But also they wanted it
sublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally He was always in the middle
for him On the fields of Brooklyn They said tone it down Hill
understood
them But he is hostile
We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp Just
troubadours, and put-down to hostiles
For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the
work of God They still recognize that many prominent MC members are
wondeful people They're warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided
Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned They call us "shadowy"
Anti-hostile They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the
individual
Hostile
Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against rhythmn And
now we're old, elite of the damned Anti-hostile
