Blame Society - Radical Redemption, High Voltage

Take 'em out, bring 'em out

Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)

One gun, three gun

You’re mine, it’s all about.

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)

Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You’re mine, it’s all about crime

Take 'em out, bring 'em out

Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)

One gun, two gun

You’re mine, it’s all about crime

Let me tell you who to blame

Blame the boy lying at your feet

His body oozing life through the hole in his stomach

Where the bullet tore him apart

Blame him for challenging you

For not looking away and for not backing down

When you pulled out the gun

Blame your mother for bringing you into this world

When she was but a kid herself

And for dragging you up not bringing you up

Blame society for not giving you hope

Blame your father for not being there

The man who looked after himself instead of looking after you

Blame anyone but yourself

For not being strong enough to put down the gun

Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead

Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head)

One gu-gu-gun, one. gun

You’re.

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)

Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)

One gun, two gun

You’re mine, it’s all about crime

Blame anyone but yourself

For not being strong enough to put down the gun

Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)

Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

You’re mine, it’s all about crime

Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead

Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head)

One gu-gu-gun, one. gun

You’re-you're.