Verse I Want to hear sweet lies in your ears. Those cruel truths that will make clear? And once you deposit your hopes. They with your dreams will be gone.
Bridge - Grunts what do you call theft. By the way in which this pig left us in a cleft.
Estrofa II No longer exists the god’s hand The bodies live in the old land They just lead us to destruction And death smiles on the face of devotion
Bridge - Grunts what do you call theft. By the way in which this pig left us in a cleft.
Chorus No worse citizen who supports a bad government. We turn to choose who provides a punishment. I don’t want to hear, all your lies become clear. Your facade disappears; there are no longer sweet ears.
Grunts I want a leader, not a clown. I want people do respect his own town. The words in paper, it sounds good But start to make what you promise to do
Chorus No worse citizen who supports a bad government. We turn to choose who provides a punishment. I don’t want to hear, all your lies become clear. Your facade disappears; there are no longer sweet ears.
Grunts Open the doors to the more strength change Our dignity thrown and trampled to the floor in vain The power is what can’t let us live This critical revolution sleeps in the scary green fieldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
