I’m flying towards the ground observing the world gone I’m playing my part
Imposters Pleading for life Leaving this system A fallen art
Looking for gods. Reliving the past. Moral adjustment. The true antichrist. Thriving on reality is terrifying you.
You’re indifferent I see that you’ve tried But given the fact we are here the rules we have chosen Have been misapplied
And there is no fame In attracting the flies So why you have fought for so many years to be where you’re now
Looking for gods. Reliving the past. Moral adjustment. The true antichrist. Thriving on reality is terrifying you.
All the good things are on the ships of fools All the promises, the words we overuse All my hopes and all of the dreams I had Now remind me I’m fucked
Solo 1: Siyt is falling towards the ground Solo 2: Cherez is taking his part
So fight! Fucking fight! Till there’s nothing to burry! Till there’s nothing to die!
[George Carlin "Jammin' in NY" (1992)] “What did we do wrong in Vietnam? We pulled out. He? Not a very manly thing to do, is it? When you’re fucking people you gotta stay in there and fuck them good, fuck them all the way, fuck them till the end, fuck them till death, fuck them till death, fuck them till death! Stay in there and keep fucking them until they’re all dead!”
Oh you know so well that Thriving on reality is terrifying you.
(George Carlin's quotes come from the "Rockets and Penises in the Persian Gulf" track from "Jammin' in NY" (1992) stand up. Copyrights: Atlantic Recording Corporation)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
