Gutter Stars

Itch:
Welcome to where we come from
Ain't nothing that we run from
We just ???

Got these broken bones
From these broken homes
The street kid learns what the hobo knows

That there's more love on the street
Than what the photo shows
Got these special connections
And now we hold them close

See my friends decompose
Don't choke on those
Seventeen years old and I overdose

?? the homes in which we ??
As the crumble to dust
Like a rose left in the cold
Go abandoned us

Left us here in the land of broke trust
We live like the kings and queens who went bust
We building our castles out of cardboard boxes
?? the rats ?? the foxes
Tower blocks, they revel in dysfunction
Hey Zeale, tell these fools where we come from

Chorus:
Yeah we're all in the gutter some are looking at stars
Looking at stars
Some are looking at stars
Yeah we're all in the gutter some are looking at the stars
Looking at the stars
Some are looking at the stars
Cause the king is dead! The futures dead! Hope is dead! The whole world is dead!
Yeah we're all in the gutter some are looking at stars
Looking at stars
Some are looking at stars

???:
Got the stars, we got the stars

Zeale:
Yo! Wassup I live in a world man
Shit is going global
Radiate the masses like explosions at Chernobyl
Possibly that's why I speak with the verbosity of Socrates
Trying all these angles like isosceles
To make the world a better place, dude
I think Illuminati is working on its last move
Children wearing body armour in the classroom
Tsunamis they ??? building untill they crash through
Thats why I never spit the same song
So tell Zac the machine ain't gonna rage on
So let the people sing and let the music play
Before it get darker than the opposite of day
Cause now we got the Itch and my DJ got the scratch
You and ??? ain't ready for the attack
Yo, I'd like to welcome you to babylon
Tell Eve 'bout to drop the Adam bomb

[Chorus]

Itch:
I'm gonna take this world in my hands and skull-fuck it
Kick it in its stupid face; donkey punch it
Everything broken I fucking cut it
I live for this sorta; confrontation I love it
The king is dead
Yeah, we scatter his riches
Scavenger circles
A ? of ?
??
How many bitches' pictures do I send in to leave your lips in stitches

[Chorus]

Itch:
Yeah were all in the gutter
But some are looking at the stars