upon machine, back into the greenwood, closer to the heart of things we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky, spitting out in desperation - stop the killing
Översättning: New Model Army. Killing.
scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought for this position and status, this entrepeneurship Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers
, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill
old world Are you still scared of the future? Well, that doesn't surprise me You could come up and stay here a while, back off from the killing wheel
old world Are you still scared of the future?.. well that doesn't surprise me You could come up and stay here a while, back off from the killing wheel
these words Your hands are still shaking Why did they do this to you? Why did they do this to you? Were they cut off from their past? Did they try to kill
land I'm crying out in fury to the gods of fate Come on, get me if you can I'm a master at the art of how to kill I've killed the things that I love the
fear and love in their faces The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling Protect us in these changing times The warm embrace, the killing
the hill Your breath tastes sw ... CHORUS: These things they flow ... And If I say I hate this place Don't take it as personal And just cos I want to kill
crushing moments show the kind of people we've become, seal betrayal with a kiss - and let it all be over, finished, done . . . It feels so good to kill
of money and tread on you if you'll only notice me I'll tell you any lies you want to hear - for God's sake notice me Or I'll kill myself while you are
scream in rain town My shadow hunts without me now In for the kill, in for the kill Still, we're all looking for it Still looking for it Now half killing
Thou shalt not kill - remember that? You learnt it again and again when you were young They said weapons have this safety catch Your moral conscience
distraction We can give them that 'Cause they'd die if they only had something to die for They'd kill if they only had something to kill for They'd cheer
little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no Chorus: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill
the party in the valley below Says obey my orders and you're doing God's will And disciples of Jesus, lost and forgotten When the brand new faith isn
enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill
