Tekster:
Farmer Boys The World Is Ours

again and it feels like the beginning again now the world is ours strange how things turn out sometimes the years in the wilderness are left behind this is the return this is

future farm two thousand tastes just like the real thing farm two thousand farm two thousand farm two thousand for the world farm two thousand farm two thousand farm

prayers you prayed are lost in yesterday this is the end the end of all days marking time for the very last day write a memo in your organizer that nothing is

this is the good life now this is the high life now I can see with my own eyes that it's a good, good life this is the good life now this is the high

that spilled in your arms I kill the pain I feel stalking the world with novacane eyes I settle the score and name the price freezing in motion frozen in time I turn the world

Seen things lately I can't get off my mind they frustrate me and keep me up at night oh lord, does your watchful eye see the news-every night via satellite

It's a new breed a new breed of evil conceived in the moonlight breathing fire sweet fallen angel delectable stranger and if you don't know me then