And in the death As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare The shutters lifted in acient Temperance Building High on Poacher's Hill And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald in the day of the dog the year of the diamond dog this aint rock and roll its genocideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
