Itch - Gutter Stars lyrics

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! Wa**up I live in a world man sh** is going global Radiate the ma**es 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 cla**room 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-f** it Kick it in its stupid face; donkey punch it Everything broken I f**ing 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 b**hes' 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