We Live NE Of Compton

Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms
 I'll invite truth of lust and hair
 The priests, they say they'll turn out right
 Crash land down on a mission, yeah
 The priests, they say they'll turn out right
 I will give you my eye
 The priests, they say they'll turn out right
 Well we, we come, down from...
 Men from the boys, boys from the men
 Men from the boys, boys from the men
 Men from the boys from the boys from the men
 From the men from the boys from the boys from the men
 Out of the factory
 Out on a popsicle bed
 The city needs my friend
 The city
 The city
 The city loves you