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Grazie a tutti gli amicy del Surfer Joe e Grazie all'Inconsapevole Records!
-Lyrics- (guarda lì la professionalità)


Jesse Pinkman was a punk, his family rejected him years before
He carried on and left his past behind his shoulders
but for a little coincidence his life was about to collapse
(tatararaturuturu)
Down, by the roof, on the street, jesse fell, couldn't believe a sight he hasn't seen in years is gonna bring him pain and tears
You'll never know who trust you
And in the end the black sheep was the kindest one.
Jesse Pinkman was a kid, pure as pure was the methamphetamine he had to cook, his innocence is shattered, just like his dream, but now jesse sleeps tight. but now jesse sleeps tight.

When everything is fading black,
when everyone around you's dead,
you've got a life in front of you
but at what price you gave away your soul?
now you are cooking underground
run away from this old town,
now you are cooking underground

(The Brews è una cover dei NoFX, quindi se volete il testo ve lo cercate stronzoni)