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Killer Kaczynski

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 22.10.2012

Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind when there's no one around
In your garden there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street

Bombs for you dad, bombs for your mommy
Bombs that passed a long time ago
And in your childhood there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street
And you wish there was something you could do
To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but

Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind and the people around
It's such a shame now this game you play now
You're standing lonely on the street with bombs tied to your feet

Yeah...

Blood all over the street, blood all over your body
Blood on your mind and the people around
And in your garden there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street
And you wish there was something you could do
To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but

Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind and the people around
It's such a shame now this game you play now
You're standing lonely on the street with bombs tied on to your feet

Yeah...


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