They Will Kills Us All (Without Mercy) - The Bronx

What’s left of California

What’s left of Los Angeles

Sidewalks cry cause they’re not as high shooting old dope

Rich kid skies are a good disguise lining our veins with hope

What did you get for free

And where you gonna sell it

Why should I give a shit

Cover up your facelift

What’s left of my broken heart

What’s left of Los Angeles

We got a new design

Excess redefined so you can dream it

Well we rewrote the standards

Covered up the old scars so you believe it

Scrape black tar from a guilty lung, throw a needle in your arm

Cough up wrongs of the city stars, they didn’t mean no harm

What were you supposed to be

And what did you turn into

We don’t even need you here

But where you gonna run to

Good drugs, bad streets, arms tied

My world capsized with style

We got a new design

Excess redefined so you can dream it

Well we rewrote the standards

Covered up the old scars so you believe it

I got a new plan, get me outta here

Pretend sincere stumble on words

Desperation, the warmth of a gun

Last hundred years remember twenty four

We got a new design

Excess redefined so you can dream it

Well we rewrote the standards

Covered up the old scars so you believe it

We got a new design

Excess redefined so you can dream it

Well we rewrote the standards

Covered up the old scars so you believe it