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Oversættelse: Og Oceans. Ny model World.
if your money in discretion We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain Still the same, just
the great lands Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans In this sacred breath, you and I falling for ever and ever and ever The news
in the great lands Our little storm Whirls away out across calm wide oceans In this sacred breath You and I falling for ever and ever and ever The news
it's time, maybe it's time . . . My world has become an empty place Of great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies Strange patterns and islands of light And
falling, falling, falling away 11,000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up High above the snow-line in the glittering ice And beneath us, like an ocean
like us You'll make great soup and hot new imports for domesticated devils Don't worry, in thirty years we'll all be Johns and Sarahs Dose & Why? :
A new model of pagan culture? And I just ask you: Who looks at the sun? The antihuman! I summon all the elements May the winds raffle the oceans And
show I got spots to blow up You know what? [Chorus:] Worlds, world, world famous, (still bangin) Worlds, world, world famous, (sittin in Ranges) Worlds, world, world famous, (platinum chains shit) Worlds, world, world