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Liedtextversuch Eat the poor/My hands are of thy color Yeah I know We should eat the rich that kill the poor But I`m afraid we got a heart too white And I know our country can be called our grave and nothing but who knows nothing is once seen to smile But if I`m about to find a peacefull place someone will write "fuck you!" right in front of my face Yeah we should start a riot but our hearts are so white/ so I write/ and write And yes life`s just a player that struts his hour upon the stage ...then is heared no more so violent sorrow actually becomes a modern ecstasy because our heart`s too fucking white And I know the night lastet far too long for democracy But who wants to go on holiday in cambodia where sighs and groans that rent the air are made not mark`d But our heart`s too white There`s no blood left for a rebellion So when we leave the stage when we are heared no more when we don`t rest in peace We dissappear with our hands red Yeah I know we should kill the rich that eat the poor But our hands are of their color: RED [ Kommentar abgeben ] Seite 1 von 1 |
