Decorated Lyrics by Crazy Town

Decorated Lyrics

    Nothing comes from nowhere
    One thing remains and I swear
    Nail polish cellophane hair
    Bleached, blonde burned down to the brain
    I can't complain there's no shame in no fame
    And still it all remains the same
    And I want this game over
    It's a fight to stay sober

    Chorus:
    And I got the pills for the pain the pain (pills for the pain)
    Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrian (I'm going insane)
    These crazy thoughts are running round my brain
    They're leading me to places decorated in flames
    Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames
    I'm highly decorated
    Decorated in flames, decorated in flames, decorated in flames

    Who you motherfuckers think you are
    Crazy Town him 'em hard like our boy Bernard
    Clenched fists as I pace the yeard
    So many tattoos I ain't got no room for scars
    Escaped them all maked a brother break the law
    Skip trial and escape tomorrow
    Til I end up in the courtroom
    White chucks, hair spiked up
    With my double fat laces on
    And I want this game over
    It's a fight to let this life pass by you
    And try to stay sober
    Till the weed and the pipe with Ley come over
    Till we fail again its pales of hen
    So many tattoos the feds can't see my skin
    So I think about my cell again
    And my friends do you realize what kind of hell I'm in

    Chorus:
    And I got the pills for the pain the pain (pills for the pain)
    Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrian (I'm going insane)
    These crazy thoughts are running round my brain
    They're leading me to places decorated in flames
    Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames
    I'm highly decorated
    Decorated in flames, decorated in flames, decorated in flames

    Tire tracks running down my veins
    Dirty black slacks with the chrome hearts chaing
    Got a record so dope they got to cut it the cane
    I know you konw the face do you know the name
    I know you seen the stars in magazines
    Got drug dealers, street hookers, crooks and fiends
    Me I'm hooked on Kush smoking northern green
    Catching cheap thrills off the pills I fiend

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