متن و پخش آهنگ End of the Road (Against the Machine) از Noga Erez

متن کامل ترانه End of the Road (Against the Machine) با صدای Noga Erez

Can we get some more sub so he can feel it? Dumb, dumb, dummy, I'm no bunny I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money Fun, fun, funny You'll run from me No irony, no I pardon no one, nobody Chop, chop, chop it right hand Chop it like a pickpocket You had the mic, now you can't drop it Dumb, dumb, dummy Once nobody I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads I think I'm up for the challenge To show I got me some mileage I bought a car and a cottage I've got Suzanne in my baggage Got a list in my bucket Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket I fit in any socket Close the door, I'ma knock it I got my ticket, I'm a flee Selling overseas I just blink and get a fee Watch out What you think of me? I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun I never miss one shot, I'm sick as a gun I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come like Hey! I'm on the way! I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller I did it for the PR, I did it for the fear I did it knowing there's a D'animal pack in the back of the fridge I go pack it up might triple attack And battery-acid my stacks in the cab Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't (okay, now repeat that one more time) I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing) But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads ♪