Ha! Našao sam još jednu kazetu u autu...Clawfinger
Catch me
I've been standing on the edge of the roof looking down
I've been looking at the people that are gathering around
I've been here for an hour or maybe even more
just looking at the people that I've never seen before
stupid little faces are all I can see
those silly little suckers are all laughing at me
no wills cheap thrills you're puppets to the master
your only satisfaction is my lonely disaster
you learned how to creep and you learned how to crawl
but you never really learned anything at all
when I was a boy everything was just fine
I learned how to talk and how to walk in line
I had to learn the rules that build our society
but I could never understand it didn't mean shit to me
everybody always told me I was out of my mind
but I never did kiss anybody's behind
I'm a lot older and I guess I should know
but I'm standing on the roof just watching the show
standing on the edge and my step belongs to me
but I'm telling you all I won't miss what I see
one foot over there's no time to turn around
both feet are over and I'm heading for the ground
I'm flying in the air and I can feel the cool breeze
the people on the pavement have gone into a freeze
no space no time it's like walking on the moon
my heart is still beating but it won't be soon
I can hear myself scream when I hit the street
I can't feel a thing from my head to my feet
I told you I would do it and I didn't even cry
I feel more alive dead than when I was alive
Warfair
do you know how it feels to be down in the dirt
with a bullet in your breast and blood on your shirt
lying in a bloodpool down in a pit
covered with the corpse and the blood and the shit
how does it feel to have a gun to your head
when you know that you'd be much better off dead
looking right down through the barrel of a gun
don't try to tell me that you think it's fun
praying for your mercy don't say you see the light
what difference does it make if the good lord's right
at the end of a war the survivors are none
b'cos war is a loss a war can't be won
you're just another soldier and you're doing the dying
you're a symbol of a nation so boy stop crying
hero of a war such a man so brave
a medal's worth nothing when you're lying in your grave
do you know the pain
marching into history marching into war
can you feel the shame
marching into misery you function as a whore
5 o'clock in the morning and they shout out your name
but they don't really care cos you all look the same
now this is the army and we train to kill
our job is to give you that fighting will
so get off your knees and stand straight like a man
do I have to tell you twice to make you understand
freedom has a price and that price is blood
so chase the motherfucker right down in the mud
Pa ako slučajno negdje naletite na ove momke, toplo preporučam preslušati...
Post je objavljen 15.02.2006. u 11:18 sati.