D/Death By Stereo/Porno, Sex, Drugs, Lies, Money and Your Local Government
What the fuck? What the fuck were you thinking?
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes With your false truths and your blatant lies See complacent stares through controlling eyes Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
Enforcing all your rules Through policemen and TV You are the world's greatest artist Schoolbooks, are you tapestry?
Woven, intertwining hate Controlled by your ministry I hold the scissors in my hand Cut the fabric, make you bleed
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes We are the ones that make you weak Pull the wool over, cover my eyes Your sick infection a disease
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes I want to see you on your knees Pull the wool over, cover my eyes False idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze
Paint a pretty picture You control the weak You sell your lies, your drugs, your hate You sell us our own agony
Put yourself in another man's shoes Remember what it's like to be The one who hates you The one who wants to see you bleed
See you bleed, see you bleed See you bleed, see you bleed
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes We are the ones who make you weak Pull the wool over, cover my eyes I will not let you poison me
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes No sex, no drugs, no sir, not me Pull the wool over, cover my eyes Priests, politicians and cops Like to fuck just as much as you and me
You've got a price out on your head It's called freedom, you're fucking dead You've got a price out on your head It's called freedom, you're fucking dead
You've got a price out on your head It's called freedom, you're fucking dead You've got a price out on your head It's called freedom, you're fucking dead You're fucking dead, fucking deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
