In this desert to the East,
Anon talks for all his dreams,
how he walked a century,
waiting for the peace.
Said 'I was good and I am poor,
we were born unto this rock'
No say lion in his den.
Eyeing man with bad intent.
In the Stomach of the King,
we can b*** the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.
In the Stomach of the King,
we can b*** the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.
Anon talks for all his dreams,
how he walked a century,
waiting for the peace.
Said 'I was good and I am poor,
we were born unto this rock'
No say lion in his den.
Eyeing man with bad intent.
In the Stomach of the King,
we can b*** the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.
In the Stomach of the King,
we can b*** the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.