Bloody Nose "J" Songtext
Bloody Nose "J" (M: Faust, T: Faust/Lüdecke)
Ur-Version auf "der Fall BÖSE", Reggae-version auf "Viva dieser Tag"
He's a cool coppa - walking down the track -
He takes the first bus but he didn't look back
Back back back it's a long time ago -
Nick-name "J" and he drank like a hole
They call him sucker not Mr. "J" -
He's a real motherfucker but he's doin' ok
Whatever he does - it's gotta be funky -
Dirty, stinks and he looks like a junkie
Got no problems taking chicks for free -
Everybody knows him: "J.B."
He opens the door of the liquor-store -
The owner asks him what he was looking for
"J" says nothing takes a bottle of Jim Beam -
I want only this - you know what I mean?
You know what I mean is what he said -
Wake up in the morning with an acing head
Long legged sheala lipsick dick -
Did a good head job till she felt sick
Slick chicks mother banging on the door -
"Hi Darling!" "Shut up!" - She still wants more
Beat up, showdown, bloody nose "J" -
He took his 45er and blows her head away
A smile on his face in the getaway car -
Crusing down the highway - the shit's not far
Way down the street drugs the hi-jack -
900 $ and a pocket full of crack
Off his tree again "J" thought keen -
"This is just another day, you know what I mean?"
Ur-Version auf "der Fall BÖSE", Reggae-version auf "Viva dieser Tag"
He's a cool coppa - walking down the track -
He takes the first bus but he didn't look back
Back back back it's a long time ago -
Nick-name "J" and he drank like a hole
They call him sucker not Mr. "J" -
He's a real motherfucker but he's doin' ok
Whatever he does - it's gotta be funky -
Dirty, stinks and he looks like a junkie
Got no problems taking chicks for free -
Everybody knows him: "J.B."
He opens the door of the liquor-store -
The owner asks him what he was looking for
"J" says nothing takes a bottle of Jim Beam -
I want only this - you know what I mean?
You know what I mean is what he said -
Wake up in the morning with an acing head
Long legged sheala lipsick dick -
Did a good head job till she felt sick
Slick chicks mother banging on the door -
"Hi Darling!" "Shut up!" - She still wants more
Beat up, showdown, bloody nose "J" -
He took his 45er and blows her head away
A smile on his face in the getaway car -
Crusing down the highway - the shit's not far
Way down the street drugs the hi-jack -
900 $ and a pocket full of crack
Off his tree again "J" thought keen -
"This is just another day, you know what I mean?"
