Digging For Windows Zack de la Rocha

Fuck that bright shit
The spot or the flashlights
We in L.A. ducking both
In the shadows with lead pipes
The days is all night
All night

See if I pay Edison
No medicine
These blues ain’t more better when
My fever rise in the jungle
As quick as the price spikes
Days is all night
Yeah they all night

The future snapped like a rubber band
Off my fold on a hand to hand
He drew from his waist
Put two in his roof
And I can still hear his screams
All night
These days is all night

Now they ride their portfolios
Like rodeos
Rise every time my cherry glows
On the end of my cig as
The smoke blows through the bars
And the C.O.’s laugh fades
As he strolls away
Says I gotta pay
Off that roll away
Or it's fuck your visitation days
So I pop off so in solitaire
I dream of offing these Fred Astaires
And the skin off my fingers tear
Yeah we digging for windows here
Where the days is all night
All night