Gutter Stars - Itch

Welcome to where we come from

Ain’t nothing that we run from

We just ???

Got these broken bones

From these broken homes

The street kid learns what the hobo knows

That there’s more love on the street

Than what the photo shows

Got these special connections

And now we hold them close

See my friends decompose

Don’t choke on those

Seventeen years old and I overdose

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the homes in which we ??

As the crumble to dust

Like a rose left in the cold

Go abandoned us

Left us here in the land of broke trust

We live like the kings and queens who went bust

We building our castles out of cardboard boxes

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the rats ??

the foxes

Tower blocks, they revel in dysfunction

Hey Zeale, tell these fools where we come from

Yeah we’re all in the gutter some are looking at stars

Looking at stars

Some are looking at stars

Yeah we’re all in the gutter some are looking at the stars

Looking at the stars

Some are looking at the stars

Cause the king is dead!

The futures dead!

Hope is dead!

The whole world is dead!

Yeah we’re all in the gutter some are looking at stars

Looking at stars

Some are looking at stars

Got the stars, we got the stars

Zeale:

Yo!

Wassup I live in a world man

Shit is going global

Radiate the masses like explosions at Chernobyl

Possibly that’s why I speak with the verbosity of Socrates

Trying all these angles like isosceles

To make the world a better place, dude

I think Illuminati is working on its last move

Children wearing body armour in the classroom

Tsunamis they ???

building untill they crash through

Thats why I never spit the same song

So tell Zac the machine ain’t gonna rage on

So let the people sing and let the music play

Before it get darker than the opposite of day

Cause now we got the Itch and my DJ got the scratch

You and ???

ain’t ready for the attack

Yo, I’d like to welcome you to babylon

Tell Eve 'bout to drop the Adam bomb

Itch:

I’m gonna take this world in my hands and skull-fuck it

Kick it in its stupid face;

donkey punch it

Everything broken I fucking cut it

I live for this sorta;

confrontation I love it

The king is dead

Yeah, we scatter his riches

Scavenger circles

A?

of?

How many bitches' pictures do I send in to leave your lips in stitches

Itch:

Yeah were all in the gutter

But some are looking at the stars