Chamber Spins Three Lyrics
A shotgun painted right where it hurtsFrom the inside, the ones you can trustYou got connected to a serious bustYou thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rudeBut now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfoodStupid motherfucker, you thought you would lastWell took the wrong path, now your name is in the pastAnother fuckin' lowlife connected to the firstA crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worseTwenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreathThe whole police department covered up he was a thiefYeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shitNever tought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hitYou call yourself the finest in the city, huh!For scum like you,I have no fucking pityPre-chorus:Pushing and scumming, disribute all your poisonYou call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy sonA real man works hard, starves to climb the ropesNot killing for money, on the corner selling dopeMoney isn't everything, I guess it was to youDid you control your own life or greed controlled youFor the lives that you destroyed, so morally depravedFor the people you left grieving, I spit on your graveChorus:So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to sayDealers pay the cops to turn and look the other wayOn both sides of the law, justice has been doneNot by a judge and jury but by the trigger of gunLeadEverybody scratches and tries to get aheadYou took the easy way, it is easy being deadThe chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull itThe game is called roulette and you just won the bulletPre-chorusChorus 2xThe chamber spins three
Biohazard Chamber Spins Three
