Letras
Song's called "Turncoat"
Please, help us sing (it's about people who are not our friends)
A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three-o
Turncoat, killer, liar, thief
Criminal with protection of the law
Alright
State lies dressed up as evening news
We're tired of lies, we want the truth
Broadcast by corpses courting you
We're tired of lies, we want the truth
Most people, they will never know
We're tired of lies, we want the truth
With your or against you?
I am against you because you're a
Turncoat, killer, liar, thief
Criminal with protection of the law
Turncoat, killer, liar, thief
Criminal with protection of the law
In your corner
Makes me wanna
Douse myself in gasoline
Civil servants fall in line for you
Too brainwashed to see the truth
You use anyone you can
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Turncoat, killer, liar, thief
Criminal with protection of the law
Turncoat, killer, liar, thief
Criminal with protection of the law
Lair, oh, no
And a turncoat and a thief
Criminal with protection of the law
The law
Criminal with protection of the law
That's the last song written on this piece paper here
Would you want more and then, we're just gonna hang out
Who's coming to the show tomorrow?
So see you tomorrow, and we'll have the other guys that are in our band
Right now they're driving a van from Denver
And we fucking flew here (hey)
High fucking rulers here, you'll see us on the street tonight
What do guys know about Spirit Airlines?
Nothing?
I sat next to Dennis Rodman
Okay, it goes like this