This is a song about "The stral"

Playing with fire is a danger zone

As the king upon the throne

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Been running around trying find a job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Where the fuck the chorus

And i need you to show me love

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race