"And they drove him there Like a key to a sceptic When the bills start nibbling through the door And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started This angel's fallen, so heed my calling The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing So join our reverend, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis We're slurping our linguinis but we're spying on bikinis (spied in our bikinis?) We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to set you free and Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling?
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We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free Apocalypse is nearing won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you feeling? Yeah, I can hear you screaming Oh, tell me how you feeling? Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you feeling? You're kicking and screaming Oh, tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring And I don't know what's worse Sitting here or at the back of the hearse Upon accused ... pigeons summon The gods are killing the... ...number twos and one I wasn't chosen for this... And my condolences, son This isn't fun for anyone Please ignore the pain and say amenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
