Guilty Interlude Songtext
von Eto

They kill the guilty, I′m dealin' with guilt that kills me
Same shit, alone in the room but I fill seats
I should′ve sung the blues on Ill Street
I had to run the younger goons off killstreaks
The spouse will appreciate it My son was born in it, he will not get initiated
And he will not be affiliated
We run the home team, won't be pops of the bitch he faded
She'll likely have him by the balls though
Cowboy hat, Derringer with the Marlboro

Wild west, milk the game, get the cow dressed
Yes, blessed