| Teeth lamb on the city
Trees of fire, for Christmas.
Cookers that flash in the night blue
dent star, old Southern Cross.
The wolves are now successes, shake off the TV.
although the plan is going well.
Teeth lamb, crossing the city
shout their desire for justice and freedom.
Awakening from a dream and without nose turkish
Carnival of hunger, went partridge.
Pickets and hanging, death in poultry
power is blind, can not hear.
Chorus:
It pains me laugh, hurts me sing,
enough of cornices, just jumping,
And now who comes and who goes now,
Tote teeth, bite and hold.
Blood on the sidewalk, in the palace gray
blood on the staircase, in yours under your nose.
Thousands of villages-villa, grow within,
medieval fiefdoms where you call "lord"
The school does not open, closes hospital
feel the heartbeat of the wolf in the jugular.
Chorus
Chorus: Electricity birth
be your pain
that the night is long and
as the burning sun! |
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