Текст (слова) песни: Lowest of the Low - The Sharpest Pain
A stain on the paper, this conditional hell It sticks to its victim,s with no choice but to wear it well The phony blue beatific cross The never calculated lost
The public court`s wired, so strike up the band It;s the voice of a liar in a sound bite driven land A smoke in mirrors alibi The sharpest pain, the dullest knife
So there`s no sun shing on Robson street You`ve tipped your hat and escaped deafeat And intent speaks louder than ink or pen No, I`m not your fellow Canadian, John
I`d kill this fly with a hammer And reposses the Angel`s wings A weak plot and tone is your so called epic poem if the sentence flies the verdict stings
So there`s no sun shing on Robson street You`ve tipped your hat and escaped deafeat And intent speaks louder than ink or pen No, I`m not your fellow Canadian, John Thanks anyways
So there`s no sun shing on Robson street You`ve tipped your hat and escaped deafeat And intent speaks louder than ink or pen No, I`m not your fellow Canadian No, I`m not your fellow Canadian
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