Skunk Anansie. Killer’s War. Zeneszám

I’m watching you insense me With your effervescent hate You can kill without obsession With your morals from the state Incredible, conceivable You justify yourself But the demons in your partisan Creep up inside your wealth This is war, killers’ war This is war, killers’ war And all your little devils Watch the saints come marching in ’cos they have no expectations From the smell of your fake sins Your eyes go blind from whiteness There’s no mystery to unturn Your cracked inside your coloured shell ’cos you will never learn This is war, killers` war This is war, killers` war War You want me to fuck you, I can`t even fuck myself You want me to fuck you, I can`t even fuck myself War, war, war, You want me to fuck you, I can`t even fuck myself You want me to fuck you, I can`t even fuck This is war, killers’ war