[Intro]
You have three new messages
"Buddy, computer wise, I'm a Jedi Master, okay?"
Black belt in Hack »
[Chorus x2]
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
(Only bullets in your walkman)
[Verse 1]
There are some who think they're in Dallas, glorifying survival of the fittest
Some who are never wrong, who strut around and act proud
There are pathetic ones, funny birds
Sure to hold the keys to a too fragile truth
There are those who criticize TV but are locked on
There are some who are intoxicated whereas they think beyond that
There are some who are freaking out, looking for scapegoats
Are blamed for their own misery
[Chorus x2]
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
(Only bullets in your walkman)
[Verse 2]
There are some who play it manly but their bullshit is huge
Struggling, in the interstellar sourness
There are some who put girls down, would like to see them in the kitchen
It reassures their ego when they see them bowing the knee
There are lost people, some who follow some gurus
Who explain life to you when they themselves have screwed up
There are those who say: “I was too nice, now, no more being fooled!"
But it's by saying that that they join the herd of bastards
[Chorus x4]
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
(I was too nice!)
(Only bullets in your walkman)
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
Me, I only put bullets
In your walkman, walkman
(Only bullets in your walkman)