Crazy Town — Decorated

[Verse 1: Bret "Epic" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock, both] Nothing comes from no where One thing remains and I swear Nail polish cellophane hair Bleached, blonde burned down to the brain I can't complain there's no shame in no fame And still it all remains the same And I want this game over It's a fight to let this life pass by you And I try to stay sober [Chorus: Bret "Epic" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock] And I got pills for the pain (pills for the pain) Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrain (I'm going insane) These crazy thoughts are running round in my brain They're leading me to places decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (I'm highly decorated) Decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec) Decorated in flames [Verse 2: Bret "Epic" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock] Who you motherfuckers think you are Crazy Town hit 'em hard like like our boy Bernard Clenched fists as I pace the yard So many tattoos I ain't got no room for scars Escaped them all make a brother break the law Skip trial and escape tomorrow Till I end up in the courtroom White chucks, Hair spiked up With my double fat laces on And I want this game over Its a fight to let this life pass by you And try to stay sober Till the weed and the pipe with the Ley came over Till we fail again its pales of hen So many tattoos the feds can't see my skin So I think about my sell again And my friends do you realize what kind of hell I'm in? [Chorus: Bret "Epic" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock] And I got pills for the pain (pills for the pain) Deep down inside I've got to chill and refrain (I'm going insane) These crazy thoughts are running round in my brain They're leading me to places decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (I'm highly decorated) Decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec) Decorated in flames [Verse 3: Shifty Shellshock] Tire tracks running down my veins Dirty black slacks with the chrome heart chain Got a record so dope they got to cut it the cane I know you know the face so you know the name I know you seen the stars in the magazines Got drug dealers, street hookers, crooks, and fiends Me I'm hooked on the Kush smoking northern green Catching cheap thrills off the pills I fiend [Chorus: Bret "Epic" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock] Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (I'm highly decorated) Decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec) Decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (I'm highly decorated) Decorated in flames Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames (Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec) Decorated in flames