Yaba Ara Songtext
von Street Chant

I swear to pray
I still hate myself
There′s nowhere left to go but downtown
The sun goes and fades away
I can't keep downtown

So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about myself
So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about my health
I′m me, I'm broke
I'm me, I′m broke


The cold wind sets and separates
And though I want to survive, I drift away
I found some friends to chip away
There′s nowhere left to go but downtown

So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about myself
So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about my health
So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about myself
So many ways to die, which one will kill me?
For the luck of me, I just got something bad about my health
I'm me, I′m broke
I'm me, I′m broke

I'm me, I′m broke
I'm me, I'm broke