TO YOU NOW NOTHING HEALS AND NOTHING GROWS BECAUSE IT'S A GREAT BIG WHITE WORLD AND WE ARE DRAINED OF OUR COLORS WE USED TO LOVE OURSELVES, WE USED TO LOVE
Vertimas: Love Like Blood. Didysis balta pasaulyje.
all you girls with 9 to 5's dance with pride This is the USA, great to be alive Great watch the videos with them big ol' thighs Brown and blue-green
not easy to handle You vandals toss 666 in your blood sample Yo The world is very different now No more hugs Just shrugs And Crips and Bloods And drugs Nazis show no love
deep in Oklahoma side Before too long he had his fill of schooling At eighteen years he got the urge to roam A whole great big world was out there waiting
, white sand, blue sea But I don't know who they are And I'm damn sure they don't know me But I come in peace Cool, white flag, white flag No war, no
eclipse I saw myself, some darkness at last tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack Buchanan, sing on, dreaming of the lamps and the beautiful ladies, bowed lips packed with blood
that listen's to rage, a vision of rage, it's like swimming with great whites. slain mics, step up and feel the break tight. I always like to show some
off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city don't love and they don't care But I will take you there Tell the sister like blood
and sold On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big Rock it! "to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not
If it could only come true, you know, you know What we need, what we need Is a great big melting pot Big enough, big enough, big enough To take the world
love, spread my love, spread my love until I pull a muscle I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until its see through Spread my love like
live is not easy to handle You vandals toss 666 in your blood sample Yo The world is very different now No more hugs Just shrugs And Crips and Bloods And drugs Nazis show no love
vibes though, man Yo, big shout to my man like Paddy, yeah Hang tight Shy FX - you done know! Big up Cajun Yeah man, I gotta big up the man like Scope Big
is chunky Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking Love sweets like
re not like those polite people we read about in poems We're not like the polite newscasters who'd rather show numbers for deaths Instead of all the blood