A safe haven for committing a crime…
Revolution come and gone
Behind your eyes, cut out the tongue
Transcend their lies, they try to hold back the dawn of revolution come and gone!
KLFM
community radio
Suicide is painless, so soothe your fear, we’re off where it’s warmer…
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand?
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long?
Are you falling in love every second song?
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster!
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Nema snova, samo lova otrovnija od olova…
Nema digniteta, nema poštenja
Očenaš i Zdravomarije su cijena oproštenja
I nema općeg dobra, samo vlastita torba i dupe
Kriminalci, a svi šute – papci
Suci, fratri, policajci
Jer su in rođaci u istoj stranci, ista banda
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
Lipa naša silovana!
No, it’s not getting better, man.. It’s just getting old
One more minute in this city’s going to give me a breakdown
One more night in this bar is going to give me the blues
An Altima with one headlight out
Slipping sliding spinning around
Joanie I’m going to take care of you
A hand to hope, a hope to hold to call forth the darkness from you!
I keep losing
Still keep hoping for that win
And you can’t change my mind
Not a slave if I’m already free
Not a captive if it’s where I wanna be
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays, that’s entertainment! (summer re-run)
We used to waste hours just walkin’ around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
—hungry city with a million hungry hearts—
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
Sad čekaš sabah sa šejtanom!
At the end of a storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Whatevershebringswesing
Ništa na ovon svitu nije čistije od čovikove želje za s(l)užanjstvom. Samo da je robovat, vlastitoj ideji, državi, bogovima ili kraljevima, manje je bitno.
The ocean washed open your grave
Do you have any crimes that
We can use to pass the time, I am
Running out of drugs to try
