dancing Armageddon time on the firing line Don't know what they're doing Looks like troundles brewing Wunderbar auf Wiedersehen Hitler's in the charts
quite smell platinum yet Cause everybody wants to be, a big celebrity Everybody wants to win the lottery From the bottom of our hearts, to the top of the charts
: Instrumental
socialized retards gather round come and get it (normalized) blow hards make the great yeah forget it homewrecked homeless make a bet for the rejects
Outside the walls a curtain calls i cant believe were here at all what you see i do believe i got no place, no place to bleed ive got nothing left, ive
i dont care just leave me in my room i dont care im runnin out of air quick baby im going down, down, down, down Im going overboard watch me while i
They made records in the 70s spotlight and style and songs we found it amazing when you came back so strong the bbc wont give you air come over here
in the the police are after me took a crap in a safe way lot dirty face (?) means the kids wont talk to me if i dont wanna feel it then i gotta take
first one out try to run away couldnt say i dont think so we're gona piss on all the youth before we can row away ??? we're gona piss on all the youth
Exploration, what's outside? Science Fiction [What they teach you?] may be true But Outerspace don't care for you (Lightyears from home) Just a blip
Its just one of those Things. another incident thats best forgotten OW! how that hammer stings like shiny metal bees they turned your brain so rotten
We Americans stupid We Americans dirty We Americans positive But we don't know if we should be We Americans is Cowboys We Americans love guns Ain't no
You're brainy and hip you go to those shows you put people down and we wanna know who made you so smart? [x4] we'd like you to stay and maybe find a
I met you on a tuesday you'd only just been released. you told me about your ex-boyfriend who was recently deceased But you remind me of mother, and
Le c?ur de celui qui chante S'est arrete de battre Et presqu'a la meme heure C'est le c?ur du batteur Qui a rejoint le patre Ou qu'ils soient reunis
Si l'on faisait tomber les masques Nos boucliers et nos casques Si l'on se regardait tels que nous sommes Seulement des hommes Si l'on osait se voir
Tout est en train de s'ecrouler Et moi je ne peux m'elever Contre les dangers de la vie Jamais personne ne pense a moi Comme toutes ces guerres a la
Tunnel, entonnoir Il vit sans avenir Plonge dans le noir Et vide de plaisirs Derisoires ; Et je vois partir Avec le vent du soir Les derniers soupirs