Перевод: MC Джоэл. Bomma салата друг друга.
Перевод: Stranglers. Bomma ли Overreeje деур Де Kerstman.
Swine Shut up and eat your rice Y dime lla por que, por que, por que Were turning into rats again Fries Shut up and your fries Y dime lla por que, por
One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye
Падают бомбы на твой город и мой город, И я рад, что мы в городе одном с тобой, Вокруг тебя нагородили заборов-пародий, Только бы не тронули за ними тебя
One, Two One, Two, Three Yeah International underground Thunder pounds When I stomp the ground (Wooh!) Like a million elephants Or Silverback Orangutangs
Brains on a brick wall When gender bombs, they fall The sordid way her loaded phrases Infiltrate your skull The images are strong Impulses are strong
Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs
How can you ask for forgiveness? So now you think that your crimes are victimless I know you and your sins, your retributions So how will you lay your
your spirit so strong, so uplifting as i run to you, you hold out your hand to me, and i run to you. once again, you've proved your love to me, i will
Ain't a hope in hell, nothing's gonna bring us down The way we fly, five miles off the ground Because we shoot to kill and you know we always will It'
This is it Breaking up or breaking through Breaking something's all we ever do Shoot straight, travel far Stone crazy's all we ever are But I don't
Hey, fellows have you heard the news The women in this town are being misused Seen it all in a dream last night You'll be leaving this town 'cause you
Your evil eye, in the night, Cruising low, flashing white, There together, in the dark, But it ain't no friend just another scared nark, Lawman, I think
Shoot, shoot, shoot, hey Don't be unkind I'm out of my mind and I'm telling you It's not that I'm bad I'm totally mad, I'm a loser, too I'm certain
People tell me you didn't know better Give me sermons 'bout the things I do Come to love 'em, even wrote letters You know I even asked it of you, I said
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you, Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view, Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear, Sharpshooter Infra
Well I'll see you later, but I don't know when, Don't know if I'm coming, coming round again, But I don't care, that they might stare, I know I mustn'
