Текст песни «Bongwater - Crime»

The clouds cut like lightening
Isn't that frightening?
Like warm lines on ice
Not very nice
Fire on jet masters men out of life
Napalm and men are like Judas & Christ

You were yellow or red and then black & blue
I never could take my pretty eyes off of you

We saw them running and we put them in line
HOW DID THEY WIN against a 300 mile an hour CRIME?

I'm wired with fire
No one can bust me
No one can find...
No one can fell me