| <Mariachi El Bronx> page <The BronX, vol. 2> album page |
History's Stranglersi left with shaking hands looking for dangercheap tales of modern love in bed with strangers there is no warning i'm not ignoring cut glass on my calloused feet cause i'd walk through miles of makeshift mud motherfucker i want your blood i got the hands of history's stranglers and the midnight sky reflects off my skin i got the face of a million strangers you're never going to see me closing in while you're sleeping no need for safe return no need for your concern there is no warning i'm not ignoring i follow you across the county lines where these beads of sweat feel like a flood you motherfucker i want your blood i got the hands of history's stranglers and the midnight sky reflects off my skin i got the face of a million strangers you're never going to see me closing in while you're sleeping breaking through your window stabbing through your ribcage |