Artist: Mad Child (Swollen Members)
Album:  M.A.D.E.
Song:   Dead Man Walking
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

AOWWWWWWW~!

[Mad Child]
Gucci roller skates and a pink beeper
Louis V, D-cup, think seeker
Mad Child sleep deep like I breathe ether
The Mad Child hold heat like the Grim Reaper
... she tastes like a peach
Sacred now vagrant so hatred is deep
Vagrants and snakes take her out to the beach
Have nightmare sweat, work it out in my sleep
I used to mask pain with cocaine and oxys
Now the pain still feel real on Suboxone
Pain is vicostis, very bad posture
Feeling bad really sad in a clown costume
If life is a game I am so losing
Life filled with depression and no movement
We make choices, I hear yours loud and clear
Strange voices, get the fuck out of here
Pretty good pretending that I don't care
As I battle what I don't fear
Olympics in Whistler with Adolf Hitler
The devil and his misfits were there for Christmas
The dinner was delicious, smash your dishes
I come back clean more brash and vicious... irrational thoughts
Make myself look ugly, the passion is lost
Try and change my ways, still stashin the Glock
Try and keep love locked, start smashin the box
Fuck everyone, I am never done
Mad Child love God like Reverend Run
... Back at level one
Tears filling up my eyes like the 7th son
... That's all she gets
3 packs of cigarettes now I'm past regret
I'm a dead man walking, head plant often
Keep on talking, tin can coughing
Codename Terror, cocaine nearer
Stopped drug binge just to see things clearer
I'll hit 'em with the thunderous clap
I've been driving 5 hours with a gun on my lap
I'm feeling like I'm under attack
You can tell 'em that the old head hunter is back
Shane's existence is pain inflicted
They're sayin he's different, insane and twisted

... My voice is coming back now

You can see it's permanent, I was born to terminate
Raisin up the murder rate, rippin out your vertebrae
Different I'm magnificent, I'm skippin while pervertilatin
little gangster Gerber baby spittin ever word is crazy
Half author, half Mothra, bad posture
Little Godzilla, little King Kong with the ping-pong
paddle mad cause they be rattlin my cage
Never battling on stage, they know that's a bad mistake

("Warning, the surgeon general, has determined")
("That the sounds you're about to hear, can be devestating, to your ear")

Cause I'm a cannibal, I'm Hannibal, I'm happy to deface
Plus I hold this little racket just to smack 'em back in place
I was out in outer space, sitting with the pouty face
Not surfing, had to turf it, sick of how the powder taste
Now, that about explains it, I was painfully erased
Then I bowed my head in shame and I was thankfully embraced
Can't thank my fans my enough, I got an army that is grand
And in 2011 that'll be your Armageddon
When the smoke clears (smoke clears) we will be in Heaven
And yes we on the right track, we some living legends that
everywhere we go I'm always seeing 57's
For the last 4 years, I promise never to forget it
For these spellbound hellhounds every head gets severed
And I am held down tight by a family concept
So yeah damn right keep my vanity on check
My vanity in check
I confidently stomp on these insects