Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets
Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets
One day, one glorious day We will finally create...judgement day We will rip up their prescription pads And we will finally crack open their skulls
Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets
Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets
In the middle of our streets In the middle of our streets
Streets will run with blood Sewers will buckle Town folk with take selfies With their children, now not helpless They will all want to remember So much joy to remember How we celebrated the end Of the recently dismembered
Of the recently dismembered of the recently dismembered of the recently dismembered
Dismembered...
Every town square will have a guillotine And the angry crowd will cheer As every town psychiatrist Will slowly yet surely get dragged in To meet their karma And face their fears
Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets
Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets
That glorious day That beautiful day When we will run out... Of the blood of psychiatrists!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
