What Happens in the District... (Paper Agents) letra

The new economy curs
They are barking again
Their chants are ringing out
Above the city's rooves

As they cross my way
Looking for a vent
I will bring them down
With my bare hands

This is the oldest brood
Clawing its way through
Armed with brief-cases
Dressed in tuxedo suits

Welcome to the jungle
This is what i've become
Note down my words:
I don't owe shit to anyone!

This is the oldest brood
Clawing its way through
Armed with brief-cases
Dressed in tuxedo suits

War From A Harlots Mouth - Letras

• A Grotesque Relationship
• Appropriate Tools Required To Intercept And Obstruct Errorism
• C.g.b. Spender
• Copyriot
• Crooks At Your Door
• Fighting Wars With Keyboards
• H(a)unted
• Heeey... Let's start a Band!
• How To Disconnect From Your Social Surrounding In Half An Hour
• If You Want To Blame Us For Something Wrong
• Inferno
• Insomnia
• Keeping It Up
• Mulder
• No High Five For C. Oward
• Of Fear And Total Control
• Recluse Mmx
• Riding Deadhorses Is A Fucking Curse
• Scopophobia
• Scully
• Spineless
• Temple
• Terrifier
• The Certain Nothing
• The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood
• The End-time Message II
• The Endtime Msg Pt I
• The Increased Sensation Of Dullness
• The Polyglutamine Pact
• They Come in Shoals
• Thousand Complaints, One Answer
• To Age And Obsolete
• Transmetropolitan
• Uptown Girl Uptown Girl
• Vertigo
• What Happens in the District... (Paper Agents)