A car run fast in the ave.   leaving a trail full of blood   you think we'll never can get you   you think you'll never stop.      have you ever thought `bout my feelings?   did you have some mercy at all?   people says you paid for my killing   all i have is a stomach to crawl.      Papers shows you acting your play   paying for a story of silence   paying for a short twist of fate   you know you have no defense   you know you have no defense.      Your son is waiting for justice   a stranger is paying the crime   i ask what kind of shit is this   Actually, you don't give a dime.      Papers shows you acting your play   paying for a story of silence   paying for a short twist of fate   you know you have no defense   you know you have no defense.