Back From Hell (live@Paradiso) Songtext
von Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip

1, 2, 3, 4, 5
4, 3, 2, 1

When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my...


I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I′m said to be mental
When I don′t get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle the rental of some self-control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul
I felt this morning when I woke up
All the force that I had just broke up
Reflects on my dreams that were choked up
Just moments I pressed and spoke up
Well I, I fucked with something that I wasn′t expecting
Words that defined as they asked me questions
The deeper I looked into the hate-filled eyes
It was you only in disguise
So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon I admit defeat
Grab the pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote...

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my...


As time went by
I realised you can′t just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds
And resounds and resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
Cause I miss my friend
But now I′m on a mission to mend
Everything that broke, made, visit again
Strip down, redesign, construct and improve
And when the rest of us late
I′ll be making my move
Hoping to come off elevated
But chances are, I'll be inebriated
But that′s cool, as long as the brain ain't slayed
The things I′ve learned have been erased and wasted
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
What really matters is the things you felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
Rapping no words, start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you′re dealt
What really matters is the things you felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
Rapping no words, start a band of mimes
When...

When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I′m gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident