I feel a sense of disbelief when I read the lies of Media Street. What to do and when to hate. Come on, lads; let’s fight a war. But what are we going for? There not the enemy. Its closer to the land I feel. In the seasons of discontent that lead in to the slaughter of the innocent.
I don’t wanna fight the soviet, I don’t believe he is a threat. I don’t wanna fight the soviet, I don’t believe he is a threat. I don’t wanna fight the soviet, I don’t believe he is a threat.
He’s never stopped me in the street, never asked me what I think or feel. They’re not the enemy. It’s closer to the land I feel and in the seasons of discontent that lead in to the slaughter of the innocent.
I don’t wanna fight the soviet, I don’t believe he is a threat. I don’t wanna fight the soviet, I don’t believe he is a threat. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe he is a threat. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe he is a threat.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
