- cifra
If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence
Wash it away
Evidence, evidence, evidence
Got a taste of evidence
I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify
I didn't feel a thing
Anything you say
We know you're guilty
Hands above your head
And you won't even feel me
You won't feel me
Evidence, evidence, evidence
Got a taste of evidence
