Текст песни Cross - Rough Justice
Cross - Rough Justice слова песни
Your criminal eyes, that see straight throughWe criminalise - your kind of voodooMake me sell my soul for the easy lifeSell my mother, trade in my wifeRough justice - alright - rough justice on the streets tonightRough justice - we`re the chosen fewIf you want to scream, if you want to fightBetter take it to the man with the big house - in whiteIt`s rough justiceYour bleeding heart got a hold on meYour criminal heart won`t let me beFor finer feelings I didn`t feel the needWhen I`m dealing you`d better watch my speedGet roughRough justice - alrightRough justice - on the streets tonightRough justice - we`re the chosen fewRough justice - somebody loosened my screwsVigilante man of the neighbourhoodWell I ain`t like Doris Day, and I ain`t no Robin HoodIt`s rough justiceYour criminal eyes - don`t cut no iceWe criminalise - don`t take no outside adviceIt`s a real cruel life when you have to lose itIt`s a heavy knife, when you have to use itIt`s rough justice - it`s rough justice