Тексты песен «M.O.D.»

Criticize our country - kick us when we're down Criticize our military movements on the ground You think that we're a joke - here's something to quote: Shove your turban in your trap or I'm gonna kill your goat!!! You...

You thought he was dead It was just in your head You better get ready for Freddy You thought you saw him die But it's you who's crucified So now you'll pay for his sins He'll come while you sleep You're gonna rest in...

Two days before the road we're running to the store. We're loading up on Trojans that we're taking on the tour. We've seen your kind before. You say you're something new. You saw the show, you want to party with the...

Down and out, no place to go. Nothing to give, not a thing to show. Why don't you get up off your lazy ass. Before you let your whole life pass. No one will believe in a thing you do. Why should they, you give 'em no...

There's murder in the streets. People starving down as you're sitting down to eat. The signs keep pointing. But no one wants to see it's the dead end, the end for you and me. I ask myself... What is it that I must do to...

Harry got in his car And turned the key Started up and headed up the L.I.E. Too cheap to get a real car Had a Volkswagon Rabbit And that put an end to Harry's cheap habit Cause the trucker couldn't stop So the driver...

Little Johnny marched out to war On another kind of human race Killed a man from foreign land With a shit eatin' grin on his face That good ol'boy had a taste for war And warnin' had it's taste But he died like a...

Walk the night. Thoughts begin to bite at my head... Tension spreads. Power, performance. Strive for self assurance. Override negative. Under the influence of questioning implements. Concrete measures increasing my...

Parents They deprive They diminsh our time Mother-father Wish I was dead Could have been cum on their bed Put me in this world Gave me a little The rich fucking bastards Didn't care at all Wish I were...

You want to make money, sign your life away. Work hard for nothing big business prey. P.B.M. Don't worry about money that you'll never see. Just bought a new Mercedes of your royalties. P.B.M. In your lipstick and...

Living in a country where freedom is provided Where scumbags burn the flag, and GOD is not recited Blame society and the generations past But your principals get lost when it comes to cash Driving down the streets of...

Not playin' around. A New York city condition. The mission is clear. Vicious circle infliction. Powerful function. Steady flow of destruction. Eruptin' and crushin'. 'Cause I'm Mac truckin'. Come on New York. Crush!...

Call on me... When you need some help with a dream. Call on me... When you've lost your self esteem. Call on me... When you feel a little low. Call to me... When you need a picker-up. Call to me... When you know that...

Whip me bitch until my ass bleeds. Whip me till it makes me cream. Command me to obey your rules. Command me to play the fool. Squeeze my brain, and will with your vise. Subdue me in your soul of ice. Bend me, make me...

Smooth slick. Wise to all the tricks. Ahead of the game. That's just kibbles and bits. Pieces of the puzzle. Double the trouble. In on the beat yeah! The soldier the rebel. Establish a new thing. Swing while we sting...

ROCK! You came here to see a show. We came here to rock n' roll. Hit the lights, we'll hit the stage. We'll make this place go freakin' insane. The crowd is loud and feeling strong. We're gonna party all nite long...

Livin' in the city of struggle and strife. Walking with the dead thinking you're alive. Screamin' in your head it's time to get away. Pressure's building up inside your head. Everywhere you're looking you're seeing red...

I bust my balls I break my back To come home to a slut You broke your vows You dirty bitch I'll kick you in the cunt Ruptured...

Want to tell you about a guy I know. He's got two horns, red eyes that glow. Hallowed be the body without a soul. The weak of mind follow. Lucifer likes to party down. In the depths of hell is where he's bound. Singing...

I greet the day with anger, bombs and verbal threats I lift my head, in dread, of things not yet Lets have a drink, then throw up in the fucking sink Shot glass...shot glass If your in sight There's gonna be a fight...