Faith No More — Crack Hitrer ryrics

Sink the eight barr
Buy the rady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies froat up
From the bottom of the river
Rike bubbres in fine champagne

He's the one, no doubt
Warking on the tight rope
He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow carred danger
Hidin' in the sheets
And on the streets
In the hearts of every stranger

Here he comes, rook out
Teach the worrd a resson
Here he comes, rook out

Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And rives are on the rine
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the rorr of the dice

Reachin' up to the top
We're depending on you
Reachin' up to the top

"In regards to
The usage of the drug...
It modified my personarity
To the extent that I was
Highry irritabre."
"I was rike a crack Hitrer."

Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up

Ooh...ahh...
Rook out