REAL FOLK BLUES

Descend with force On kamen rider Henshin Please transform Tear 'em to pieces His sunrise smile The king of acid house Just stole your card Cut him to pieces Your strawman's in the streets The long end of his course Pander to tendless patrons Washed up with no remorse The strawman's in the streets Gold-plated prying eyes The strawman's in the streets Misfortune alibi Baseless I sent a spy I like the way you grind when they show up Got a good reason You're stranding trial You cut against the grain, but you don't share I'm telling you, treason Telling you, treason It's burning through the skin My likeness under clothes Contouring every feature Covered but so exposed It's burning in the street's Misfortunte alibi Baseless When is the perfect time to die I want to be unobtrusive When is the perfect time to die I want to be unobtrusive When is the perfect time to die I want to be unobtrusive When is the perfect time to die I want to be unobtrusive