Face with fate, the lie with the debate.
Wanting to pray, instead one lays.
Women and drugs, with fame, and lust.
And all the Archangel Michael wants to do is bust.
The cop then bust the one who drives drunk.
Forever on the run, mise well listen to punk.
With the funk, you're right deep down inside.
And you thought Nick Michael Rhodes was a good guy.
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