Aristocrats' heads in baskets victims of a system they perpetuate Roaring crowds call for blood under a perfect sky
My neck hurts My neck hurts Such serious human behaviour My neck hurts My neck hurts Just because your head's in the bottom of a basket
A death bomb exploding in a war of pointlessness and hatered The trenches filled with blood under a smoke filled sky
My neck hurts My neck hurts Such serious human behaviour My neck hurts My neck hurts Just because a bullet smashed this poor pawn's spine
Here comes a candle to light you to bed Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Knights Templar murderous dogs killing for a god they cannot see Crusade forth in darkness under a perfect sky
My neck hurts My neck hurts Such serious human behaviour My neck hurts My neck hurts Just because my home is holy landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
