Leaft me around And nurse my broken wing with all the promises you can never honour I just don't care enough to react to vain attempts sent only to pepetuate
My throat is dry when I (stain it) keep the hate alive (abuse it) your lips are tight when I (to keep it from) cover them with mine (running you) this
walk with an impure mind revelations unkind abject dental of the flesh I feel endure and make my mind its never time to start believing everything will
burn the bed consummated rest the head it just holds us back now still she keeps on looking of course [2x] nows theres nothing I hate as much wet the
Im above everything else saved the ones that shouldnt be hold on to them all so youll find yourself away from me our lost faith strung out on a line my
freedom is everything resolve impossible you prayed for rain ignoring the flood you took me with you to heaven back again bleed to remember that everything
the surface is so cold and worthless all the things that I have still come from there so paint your windows in front of my face when you know damn well
the trait that is still left on the killing floor for you that smile as he still itches for killing more of you the taste as he still catches me lasting
No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something Everyones gone Will I show up With all that I have to give Would you consider it
I can still watch those eyes crawling over her dress until I could show you everything but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts
it f**k bush (someone had to speak about it) (chorus) Hoo hoo ha ha war war what is it good for absoloutly nothing, go ahead Hoo hoo ha ha war war
all ready He's not trying to cause a scene Keeps his pistol nice and clean He's and American war machine And he's still ready The war gave him a plate
revolution's born But no one claims it (Winning Ticket) Do you remember the American War We thought it was fun but it was a bore Do you remember the American War
Oversættelse: Huntington, Eddy. Amerikanske War Machine.
stand as a united front it's up to us to expose and humiliate the Errorists, the American Errorists, we'll start with one I know just one, the war has
go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American I never looked around
: Oh I, I was marked from the day I was born A rebel and I was the one who I am My father could not understand the fire in me There was, there was times
lead me around nurse my broken wing with all the promises you can never honor I just dont care enough to react to vain attempts sent only to perpetuate
