Woe

[Hook]
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain

[Verse]
Make the whole street red and then he go
Make the whole street red and get the slow mo
But that's the go
The only road, what he know
See them finger tips bow, that's the only woe
A window frame, he overcame perfect shame
A waiting game, took shot without aim
It's all the same, just like a fucking open candle flame
Lay claim to the desolate shame

[Hook]
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain
He ain't got a name, he ain't got a name
He ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody--