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Walk the Streets Video (MV)




Performed By: Naberus
Length: 4:36
Written by: James Ash




Naberus - Walk the Streets Lyrics




We walk The Streets Alone A paradise is lost These heads all have a cost The monster spies We Walk The Streets Alone Broken the wounded lay Sold lives are thrown away There's No remorse Load up your guns, be sure to sharpen your knives We'll charge at dawn, and find where our victims hide Aim for the neck, Or clean through the head F*ck it Don't matter they'll soon wind up dead Shoot Straight Now Your trigger finger itches for the sound Shoot Straight Now The pack splits open, fresh blood on the ground You have shot true now you can claim your prize Pose with your troops, The camera lens never lies Just smile wide, Show off all your pride Lift up your prey, that's a quality hide. I Refuse To call this sport, this is murder first hand I Deny Your feeble claims that this makes you a man Blood dances staining blades of grass Lungs gasp for air, surely their last The wretched. Overlook the scene, slowly closing in A child screams For the mother they love They're doomed to walk alone Forever walking alone These streets of hell. A cowards call Innocent blood is on their hands Destroy them all Eye for an eye, Slice off their heads I want to watch them burn.
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We walk The Streets Alone A paradise is lost These heads all have a cost The monster spies We Walk The Streets Alone Broken the wounded lay Sold lives are thrown away There's No remorse Load up your guns, be sure to sharpen your knives We'll charge at dawn, and find where our victims hide Aim for the neck, Or clean through the head F*ck it Don't matter they'll soon wind up dead Shoot Straight Now Your trigger finger itches for the sound Shoot Straight Now The pack splits open, fresh blood on the ground You have shot true now you can claim your prize Pose with your troops, The camera lens never lies Just smile wide, Show off all your pride Lift up your prey, that's a quality hide. I Refuse To call this sport, this is murder first hand I Deny Your feeble claims that this makes you a man Blood dances staining blades of grass Lungs gasp for air, surely their last The wretched. Overlook the scene, slowly closing in A child screams For the mother they love They're doomed to walk alone Forever walking alone These streets of hell. A cowards call Innocent blood is on their hands Destroy them all Eye for an eye, Slice off their heads I want to watch them burn.
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Writer: James Ash
Copyright: Lyrics © ECLIPSE LOUD

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