Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap
Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn We got rules to protect us Isaac and Ishmael The magazine says it's okay Life as a billboard
If you are the answer We are going straight to hell
Grown in a parental fugue Weight loss in self respect Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together A new way into a lost answer...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
