Текст песни «Bonaparte - Sorry We're Open»

Sorry weВґre open
come in weВґre closed
iВґm warming the raclette oven
i said
come in weВґre closed
it was great talking to you
having nothing to say
but now that thatВґs been said
get the f..ck away

my guitar like a kalashnikov
my bass-drum like a bazooka
pick up youre artillery
in the myth of defeat
and if iВґm gonna raise my voice
itВґs my weapon of choice
the end of entertaiment
is the beginning of war
my guitar
my guitar

iВґm cursing an ointment
hear me snorting a symphonie
every flatulence an opera
every drop of sweat an elegy

create something out of nothing
i faking the highlights
i could
my fingerprints in mass production
a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood

my guitar like a kalashnikov
my bass-drum like a bazooka
pick up youre artillery
in the myth of defeat
and if iВґm gonna crack my voice
itВґs my weapon of choice
the end of entertaiment
is the beginning of war
my guitar
my guitar

i donВґt knoe where iВґm going
everbody follow me
i donВґt knoe where iВґm going
everbody follow me
i donВґt knoe where iВґm going
everbody follow me
if i knew where i was going
i wouldnВґt want you to come with me

my guitar like a kalashnikov
my bass-drum like a bazooka
pick up youre artillery
in the myth of defeat
and if iВґm gonna crack my voice
itВґs my weapon of choice
the end of entertaiment
is the beginning of war
my guitar
my guitar

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