Текст песни House Of Pain - Legend
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I walk through the valley of death 600 deep,waking up dead from the sleepJust like a diamond watch me shine,bright like the sun,make you want to pulla gunand buck 2 shots for the Peckerwood rockin` Put down your glock or your blockI`ll be knockin` dead off your shoulders,heads`ll roll,the Peckerwood P-funkassasinof soul is in control so have no fear,I`m in this for real,make it crystalclearI get a little better each and every year,its called improvement,your stylesbowel movement,I`m taking you back to McClarin,My whole family stole butthere aint one sharin,So watcha` lookin` at,huh,why you starin`?Just take apicturebefore I have to hit ya Ease back kid give me some space or whoomp there itisupside your faceCause a hero aint nothing but a sandwichand a legend aint nothing but a carSo shoot dope in your veins and get some fame and maybe one day you`ll be astarYou know a hero aint nothing but a sandwichand a legend aint nothing but a carSo go blow out your brains to get some fame and maybe one day you`ll be astarI live in a house and it`s full of painBut still I refrain from goin` insane,I stay on point like a sniperChilliin` at the Viper Room before it became a tombTake the low road and you hit rock bottom and keep low ridingall the way to Sodom and back to GamorrahNow your senora is a pillar of salt and it`s all your fault,Get the S&Mdowntown at the vault,Dirty little fuckup,raisin` hell,but next year we`llall talk about how you fellCause you`re judged on how your records sellA hero aint nothin` but a sandwichand a legend aint nothin` but a carSo get locked up in chains to get some fame and maybe one day you`ll be astarA hero aint nothin` but a sandwichand a legend aint noyhin` but a carSo go blow out your brains to get some fame and maybe one day you`llbe a starmaybe one day you`ll be a starmaybe one day you`ll be a starLets break it down to the bare root essenceCount your fingers,then count your blessingsTrue confessionsAsk the questionsSubstitute your answers with your obsessionsI take it to the break of dawn at times,I do it all the timeBut Yo it don`t come easy,cause I turn on the T.V.and see more and more pain and less and less gloryand it`s the same old story,You see year after year the programs fearBut I aint subscribin` till theres live executions on pay-per-viewWord to Donahue,put on Melrose PlaceWhoomp there it is upside your face!A hero aint nothin` but a sandwichand a legend aint nothin` but a carSo shoot dope in your veins to get that fame tenmaybe one day you`ll be astarA hero aint nothin` but a sandwichand a legend aint nothin` but a carSo go blow out your brains like Kurt Cobain and maybe one day you`ll be astarMaybe one day you`ll be a starMaybe one day you`ll be a star