Слова:
Dead Moon Crazy To The Bone

Time's running in on me I don't care about security Please won't you come on home 'cause I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you down to the bone Baby, baby

In a slow silent walk I hear tha Violent talk I hear them talk half Asleep as they stalk what the man Is in this moon I'm punctual Like a star I've harbored

they could only dream of. I'm talking about the dead. Not just any dead. I'm talking about they were joined by 5 ravishing, beautiful, lovely dead women

yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dracula Moon Where are the bones

ter- ror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds, peace becomes dis- aray, I'm humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland with crazy ill troops

my face The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why i got away safe I blaze da bunt up in da air just to relax and get high Da moon is full and all

they could only dream of. I'm talking about the dead. Not just any dead. I'm talking about they were joined by 5 ravishing, beautiful, lovely dead women

this muthafuckin' album I murda like this (this) I murda like that (that) pull an ak-47 up out my muthafuckin' gangsta hat professinal, columiban, necktiea, barbwire strangula, over killa, dead