hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead
Fordítás: Time Machine. Army Of The Dead.
just hard truth and rough raps Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin See the army
and tell him he is done Leave a message on his answering machine Telling him there are none God and I are one Times moon times star times sun The factor
in some stupid war The leadres get fat while good men die because nationalism's a fucking lie the war machines they think they need are never enough to fuel their greed conquering armies
millinos screaming souls the battle is over the angels rejoice and rest a new day now can be dawning upon the city of decay The Army of the Dead is
, now i know how an angel look My beauty queen, My billy jean, some they come right in between I dont let nobody fuck up my dreams, so i pack bubble gum machines
Written by allen ginsberg, performed by rage against the machine It had to be flashin' like the daily double It had to be playin' on tv It had to be
dead in the middle of a joke in las vegas It had to be fbi chief j. edgar hoover and frank costello syndicate Mouthpiece meeting in central park, new york weekends, Reported time
me Heroes in tears [4 times] [VI) Destiny Revealed] Now my destiny is revealed I'm a fate's soldier to eternal war The gates of time will spread
dead, oh, oh, here comes the dead Oh, oh, here comes the dead, oh, oh, here comes the dead Here comes the dead, here comes the dead Here comes the dead
, of the machine gun in my hands" (Aaahhh) "You know, I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands" "the feeling of, of the machine gun
pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now If its fight or flight, they'll just choose to throw down Ain't nothing like beating a dead
is: social morphine a?? we'd have ourselves a pre-school army. walt disney is pushing social and sexual hierarchy, my bed-time stories like a gmtv gomulka
seek my face ... I will usher in the time of terror and alter The balance of power for all time condemned ... At the time of the end, the king of the
Fighting our way through the midst of the night Taking the life from young souls Marching our armies prepared to fight The cities all laid destroyed Machine
nearly toast But it's the ones that I killed that hurts the most Most of the time I didn't know what was going on The rest of the time I knew there
