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Bad Kind Of Mongrel
02:26
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I’m bad kinda mongrel and yeah, I feel pain.
Bad kinda mongrel. What else can I say?
How to be good in a raw, full of dirt?
Teach me, I don’t have money, I have nothing but my hurt.
How can I become just a man on his land?
Where I’ll live in bliss and will meet my end…
I have nobody to blame and I won’t go away
This Life is painful game – Tell me rules,yeah, I stay.
I live in municipal territory
Dis concrete cage can’t be my land.
I’m drained to zero point
By this DC spoonful of sand.
I’m on a land o’radiation
And have not much time to play your games
But I’ve spent so many years
In search for a being, who can explain:
How can I become just a man on his land?
Where I’ll live in bliss and will meet my end…
I have nobody to blame and I won’t go away
This Life is painful game – Tell me rules,yeah, I stay.
It’s very hard to give up false prophets
Believe me, I’m a man, who can say it.
But their speeches may kill you earlier
Than you’ll become even a shit.
Remember:
From early morning til late night, when you close eyes
You have only yourself, your familia,
And some place you may call your skies.
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The Last Poorman's Shot
05:16
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When his eye will drop a shadow
You bettah drop your gun
When his eye will drop a shadow
You bettah drop your gun
Cause none of us may really want to
Hear the last poor mans shot
Nameless heroes of the past
Cannot tell bout how it ends
But I’ve heard that they surely know
Yeah, they surely know.
Great old borders a’set on fire
Vision gets lower
Speed gets higher
Let’s praise the new generations fools
When his voice will blow your «I»
You bettah drop your gun
When his voice will blow your «I»
You bettah drop your gun
In this world of refurbished plastic
You’re forced to be falsely far-gone.
Let yourself soul medication,
Take a pause in the endless run.
Let yourself run in the clean black night. Try just to get to the core of your unconscious frights. Fall from the peaks of the world in wet hugs of the sentenced dawn. Open all of the doors. Let yourself in the one blessed room. Forever.
Let your heart be strong as a stone, let your “I” stay tuff as a bone. Let yourself.
Let yourself leave others part, but always get yours. Living in the darkness, don’t forget the Words. Let yourself. With no order and no fear. Forever.
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3. |
Love Junkie
03:03
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Imma out of coma, I've seen space tricks
Got a fat dick of magic, get on it, chick
That's the karma terrorist attack
No way back (4x)
Gimme moon
Gimme speed, gimme gloom
Life flows- blood from your nose
Imma what you had a dream about
And then you'll shout (4x)
U don't know what I got
Imma love junkie
I'm a weirdest reptile
My groove's spunky
The last cop got shot at the candyland
natures child gets high on mothers roots and ashes
Preaches
U gonna microwave my heart
To make it hot make it hot (x2)
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Citizens in the claws of grey
Grey morning, grey evening, grey day.
Grey faces a’talking shit on TV.
What is this? How can I believe in it?
Nobody there, in whom we can trust.
Tell me please, who made this choice for us?
There’s silence outside – the storm’s boxed in cage.
Just like our deepest fears and our blind rage.
Ball o’lie and chain o’laws on you.
Stone sharp teeth. Their wealth – their jaws.
You know, who I’m bout.
Just let me shout “it’s hell”.
Feels like we’re hells madmen.
Oh yeah
Just like a mice in a labirynth –
Have some sex and some weed or absynth.
Leave everything outboard.
Stay frustrated. Cost-efficient.
Stay bored.
Disorder rules primitive minds
As chemicals controls the hives.
No need to run, no need to crawl,
We’re all about eternal fall.
Ball o’lie and chain o’laws on you.
Stone sharp teeth. Their wealth – their jaws.
You know, who I’m bout.
Just let me shout “it’s hell”.
Feels like we’re hells madmen.
Oh yeah
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5. |
On a railroad station
02:40
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On a railway station took a sit the lonely man
He was waiting for nothing and so nothing came
He was searching for nothing and so nothing he found
While the world kept on running
Kept on turning around
Runaway sun neva stops trippin
Blinded eyes see no I nor God
Millions of breathes for billions of people.
Just keep living it up.
In the docks of W-City three young men watched the sun
Hungry, drunk, and skinny, and they were on the run
With big dreams and big souls they neva knew the rest
Asking the sun to dry waters of past
Runaway sun neva stops trippin
Blinded eyes see no I nor God
Millions of breathes for billions of people.
Just keep living it up.
On the bridge across the river little girl drawn in bad thoughts
The gave a strongest shiver, asking the death of what it’s worth
But the Death was forgiving and The river was kind
So they helped that little girl to leave her worries behind.
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6. |
Night Train To DC
03:04
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