"Jesus Lord, pardon me" I saw the skull and bones, lying there underneath "Wrote on the tombstone, but this ain't mine" Bloodmoney mamma Gaya, I never knew he lied Now mamma's gone It's time to suffer Cause the fat man needed more gold in his supper I knew the drill, I played the part No reason left to, go back, back to the start
P-p-p pow pow Whos laughing now Payback music Playing it loud (play it loud) P-p-p pow pow Look at you now Payback music Singin it loud Some men just wanna see her burn And we let them We let it burn Thе fat men don't mind a bit of blood in the honey Thеy gotta have her bloodmoney
The dollar slave All things aside He told me who to follow, he thought me how to lie He's a part of me Whatcha want from me Don't tell a kid how much you make, you'll set it free Yeah we're bacterias In her arterias We took everything she had in two millennia Then we go somewhere else, we build a rocket Again were sweeping it all under the carpet
P-p-p pow pow Whos laughing now Payback music Playing it loud (play it loud) P-p-p pow pow Look at you now Payback music Singin it loud Some men just wanna see her burn And we let them We let it burn The fat men don't mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney Some men don't mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney The fat men don't mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
