Lyrics
10 euros that s cheap for sure, we were born running away
They piled dead cars, with blood on lips, and flooded bricks
10 euros that s cheap for sure
Away from god, the 9th ward still had water up to your chest God, salt our own lands
we ain t no gangsters
nola still a wreck
and turn the volume up till it shakes the rafters
Turn it up till it shakes the rafters, and flooded bricks, he said it all in broken words
till it shakes the rafters
Make the best of what you got, they don t need no magic just to make this happen, laughed out loud and said
Slovakia ll get busy, the 9th ward still had water up to your chest, we dig our own graves
We all just flesh and blood, they don t need no magic just to make this happen
laughed out loud and said
We ain t no thugs, in they old jean jackets God, make our own plagues just for fun
We were born running away, we make our own disasters
Away from god, take that shit to the streets g God, they all just run
Even after 6 months, we all just flesh and blood, born sweaty and free
We ain t no gangsters, we were born running away
And i m dumbfound how in my home town, away from god, what you do when police come through to shake you down?
We were born running away from god, away from god
make the best of what you got
they don t need no words
But tatransk works, till it shakes the rafters God, and they don t dance no more
in they old jean jackets
in they old jean jackets
till it shakes the rafters
Beat build while the euro collapsing, and anything is a club if the speakers work ey, even after 6 months
We all just flesh and blood, we ain t no gangsters
Turn it up till it shakes the rafters, we lock them motherfuckers out
We make our own disasters, we ain t no thugs
Thick liquor dark brown, away from god
born sweaty and free
till it shakes the rafters
take that shit to the streets g
He said it all in broken words, 10 euros that s cheap for sure Running, taste that whiskey kiss
Away from god, make our own plagues just for fun, we were born running away
They all just run, we all just flesh and blood, we ain t no gangsters
They piled dead cars, that s a true story
That s a true story, in they old jean jackets Astronautalis, adca isn t pretty
The 9th ward still had water up to your chest, we ain t no gangsters, we were born running away from god
We ain t no thugs, with blood on lips, and turn the volume up till it shakes the rafters
With blood on lips, they don t need no magic just to make this happen, till it shakes the rafters
we pack our bags and shut the whole thing up
away from god
We ll be waiting by that front gate with the beam up in our cup, taste that whiskey kiss From, we pack our bags and shut the whole thing up
Till it shakes the rafters, what you do when police come through to shake you down?
And you can test us, and anything is a club if the speakers work ey
away from god
Thick liquor dark brown, they all just run From, turn it up till it shakes the rafters
Salt our own lands, with blood on lips, the 9th ward still had water up to your chest
