Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Voice
Soprano Sax
Piano R Hand
Drums
Piano L Hand
Drums
Guitar
Electric Guitar (muted]
Synth
Pad 2 (warm]
Synth 2
Lead 7 (fifths]
Bass
Acoustic Bass
Synth Bass
Lead 1 (square]
Organ
Dulcimer
Drums
Drums
Percussion
Drums
Текст
I see fa ces and tra ces of home back in New York Ci ty So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? I like to see some ac tion and it gets in to my blood. The call me the trail bl azer Rael e le ctric ra zor I'm the pit cher in the chain gang, we don't be lieve in pain 'cos we're on ly as strong, yes we're on ly as strong, as the weak est link in the chain. Letme out of Pon ti ac when I was just se ven teen, I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. You say I must be cra zy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hit ting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit. I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck in, I rea lly don't be long. When I take out my bott le, filled up high with ga so line, You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been. As I cuddled the por cu pine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No! No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No! No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No! Off we go... Off we go... Off we go... Off we go... Your sitting in your com fort you don't be lieve I'm real, You can not buy pro tec tion from the way that I feel. Your pro gres sive hy po crites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, I'll burn it to ash. And I've tas ted all the stron ge st meats, Laid them down in co loured sheets laid them down in co loured sheets Who needs i llus ion of love and af fec tion When you're out wal king the streets with your main line con nec tion con nec tion As I cuddled the por cu pine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No! No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No! No time for ro man tic esc ape, When your flu ffy heart is rea dy for rape. No Time