Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix) Songtext

(i always wanted to be the voice of the streets
but my father was a rabbi and my mother made beats,
i mean, books, and the kids on the streets always gave me dirty looks)

it's watching your own shadow on a dirt bike,
get shot in the back under a street light.
when you arrive at the party, it will not be
without a bullet in your back,
and a poem about death
and of course your walkman.