Тексты песен «Pacifier Shihad»

Sometimes I burn like a paper dog But mostly, the thing I like doing is doing nothing at all You're right, I'm going nowhere I've got nowhere to go And super-colour nightmare's got something of a hold So we're slaves...

Running round, raising your hand We don't need reminding Too much honky man Must be the brain that you're not using Waiting for an excuse to lose it You put the ice in paradise True blue and sick in the head The thin...

well i bought myself today it's like they know what i'm thinking away we'll make a meal of all the words they steal and pin 'em up against a wall and thanks for your concern but i'll do my own facts and figures finish...

Way down in your bones baby It's written in blood So light the candles And beat on the drums No matter what you try to sell me They're never gonna give Because the combat zone they're living on Fuck, it ain't no way to...

We could choose to disregard it Or have some fun and break it Since god has just departed We could carry on or fake it Who has a better plan What's the true nature of man What's money to your soul Watch as money takes...

on your own today lost with no direction they took your dreams away and stripped you of protection but there's a light that won't burn out when your heart is screaming out is screaming it doesn't matter where you are...

I hope I never see you again I hope I never touch you again Sometimes I wonder, what's fucked in my heart Won't let your fingers tear us apart It's all so simple, it's all over again A lack of talent is caving you in...

Worked so hard to get your credentials So young, so hip, so experimental But you'll play the game in the end So young, so hip, so perfectly able You got a major talent For making foolish things seem perfectly balanced...