Underworld - Bruce Lee lyrics
[Underworld - Bruce Lee lyrics]
Bullet got the wrong bloke
Life, kid, suck
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck the box drink, yeah
Life, kid, drink from the box
The juice kicks up life, kid, suck a box
Drink, yeah bruce Lee
Life, kid, seen from the box
Seen from the box, the juice from the box
Kid suck, life kid, get sucked from the box
Drink, Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck from the box drink, yeah
Bruce Lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box, the juice from the box
Kid suck, life kid get suck from the box
Drink, Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck from the box drink, yeah
Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck the box yeah
Bruce Lee life, kid, jerk from the box
Seen from the box, drink from the box
The juice, kid, suck life
Kid suck the box, drink yeah, Bruce Lee
Tanglon
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
From the box, from the box
Skin hard sails in jail
Hair always cut with a blunt tool
Muscular, but thin like springs
But not steel for Ford men
Four Ford men
They sell it into vaporizing rulers
Each way up in his own head
Hold up in it's fat flicking boxes
Piggy little, piggy little eyes
Holds and scape just enough to let in light
Bullet got the wrong bloke
But he don't die anyway
Its nothing mortal, but he don't move
Still half slumped up the wall
In a crumpled blanket
My head's been this way for days
(Stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff)
Wrong bloke drops the gun
Old black pistol onto the bed
Shooter gets up from the other room
Deliberate and stiff
Holds a pistol to the chest of the
Wrong bloke and pulls the trigger
A thin jet of water hit's him in
The face like a circus clown
Wrong bloke looks out of big eyes now
He's straining against something he's heard
Just to see what is really happening
He reaches down into the blankets beside him
And comes up with the old black pistol
Covered in scratches black to bare metal
Like it's been kicking around the
Desert alone for years
Yeah, Bruce Lee tanglon
Life, kid, suck
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck the box drink, yeah
Life, kid, drink from the box
The juice kicks up life, kid, suck a box
Drink, yeah bruce Lee
Life, kid, seen from the box
Seen from the box, the juice from the box
Kid suck, life kid, get sucked from the box
Drink, Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck from the box drink, yeah
Bruce Lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box, the juice from the box
Kid suck, life kid get suck from the box
Drink, Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck from the box drink, yeah
Bruce Lee
Life, kid, suck from the box
Drink from the box, the juice kicks up
Life, kid, suck the box yeah
Bruce Lee life, kid, jerk from the box
Seen from the box, drink from the box
The juice, kid, suck life
Kid suck the box, drink yeah, Bruce Lee
Tanglon
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
Life, kid, suck the box
From the box, from the box
Skin hard sails in jail
Hair always cut with a blunt tool
Muscular, but thin like springs
But not steel for Ford men
Four Ford men
They sell it into vaporizing rulers
Each way up in his own head
Hold up in it's fat flicking boxes
Piggy little, piggy little eyes
Holds and scape just enough to let in light
Bullet got the wrong bloke
But he don't die anyway
Its nothing mortal, but he don't move
Still half slumped up the wall
In a crumpled blanket
My head's been this way for days
(Stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff)
Wrong bloke drops the gun
Old black pistol onto the bed
Shooter gets up from the other room
Deliberate and stiff
Holds a pistol to the chest of the
Wrong bloke and pulls the trigger
A thin jet of water hit's him in
The face like a circus clown
Wrong bloke looks out of big eyes now
He's straining against something he's heard
Just to see what is really happening
He reaches down into the blankets beside him
And comes up with the old black pistol
Covered in scratches black to bare metal
Like it's been kicking around the
Desert alone for years
Yeah, Bruce Lee tanglon