Sorry we´re open come in we´re closed i´m warming the raclette oven i said come in we´re closed it was great talking to you having nothing to say but now that that´s been said get the fuck away
my guitar like a kalashnikov my bass-drum like a bazooka pick up youre artillery in the myth of defeat and if i´m gonna raise my voice it´s my weapon of choice the end of entertaiment is the beginning of war my guitar my guitar
i´m cursing an ointment hear me snorting a symphonie every flatulence an opera every drop of sweat an elegy
create something out of nothing i faking the highlights i could my fingerprints in mass production a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
my guitar like a kalashnikov my bass-drum like a bazooka pick up youre artillery in the myth of defeat and if i´m gonna crack my voice it´s my weapon of choice the end of entertaiment is the beginning of war my guitar my guitar
i don´t know where i´m going everybody follow me i don´t know where i´m going everybody follow me i don´t know where i´m going everybody follow me if i knew where i was going i wouldn´t want you to come with me
my guitar like a kalashnikov my bass-drum like a bazooka pick up youre artillery in the myth of defeat and if i´m gonna crack my voice it´s my weapon of choice the end of entertaiment is the beginning of war my guitar my guitarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
