Last night in a city near the persian gulf The heat soared to 163 The heat soared to 163 It’s already considered to be One of the hottest places on earth But this was a heat that could burn up the sea This was a heat that could burn up the sea Tom says it’s gonna burn them all Burn them all Burn them all Before they burn each other Meanwhile Mohammad remains Force-fed by his god damn brother God damn brother God damn brother Shawkan like Mohammad Held without indictment Like Victor Jara he was taken to the stadium Now he’s in a cell One meter of hell Now he’s in a cell One meter of hell The patchwork is made of pain A history of gain Can I help you with your fiction? Can I help you with your fiction? A history of gain A history of gain A history of gain through fiction A history of gain through friction Now Badawi is in the middle of a circle of men, Lashes from a whip like the marks of a pen The mark of a pen like the mind of a boy Whose father defines what he uses as toys A history of gain A history of gain A history of gain through fiction A history of gain through friction Protect yourself from the back of your mind Potemkin self in the back of your mind Protect yourself from the back of your mind Potemkin self in the back of your mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
