Слова:
Dad No Fuel Left For The Pilgrims

wanted alive yeah, I'm in for a trial It's minimum mercy 'coz they found my file Hijacked and kidnapped Trailed and trapped, they fly me in I'm gonna pay for

Jihad, I'm getting mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims Jihad, I'm getting mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims And you can shake

and way out of touch And I roll on the floor that's what the floor is for And I walk out that door that's what the door is for In the night I'm way out

a Siamese twin, Siamese twin Yeah, I've been with my double friend I've been with a Siamese twin, Siamese twin I've been with my double friend To save myself for trouble, I went for

I'm all alone And you play the games by the book and the rules See I play 'em backwards let's see who lose Yeah, you don't go for the man, you go for

Yeah, but I have to believe You'll use your eyes to see That I'd might like you better If we slept together 'Cause why discuss all night? When there's room for