(slowa: Kukiz; muzyka: melodia ludowa) Stoja w Brzegu i w Legnicy Auta, czolgi bolszewicy A ja nie chce by mnie strzegl Komunistyczny mlot i sierp Strzegla
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The cycle continues look what I've been through Chapter 5 from the
I'll still get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin' Like a soldier serving in Iraq is Now watch me eliminate targets You should have known to anticipate
Love's an hourglass Goes out wide, comes in closer Time ticks away, it drips away Leaving empty, sanded shoulders But who said that love would last forever
There's another side to everything Connected like the ring around your finger And I know this like I know myself Not very well, yet, I'm no stranger
Today, love takes on a whole new meaning In a face, I know I've seen somewhere before And somehow, the mystery is over, yet, just begun To see the most
I feel this all came really soon Like leaving the warmth of the womb Read my thoughts as I'm hanging there I wonder is this going to take us anywhere
Well, I got my friends And I don't need more friends I can count my friends on both hands Came an evil man and cut off one hand Now I count my friends
Here we go marching to Mars On a rainbow bridge it doesn't seem so far Steppin' into our universe moving towards life To solve the problems on Earth
I wasn't worried I walked into the room I saw the serpent's shadow Against the silver moon They said as long as you believe You'll be alright And I wasn
I felt the earth move, I saw the sun rise Knew who the stars shine for Understood Ouspenski Witnessed Velokowski's Sunset rising at my door Tracing my
Here's a message from the heart, are you listening? Some things belong to you and no one else Oh, one more life is taken, and that's one more than God
Would you do it for love? Would you do it for pride? If you gave it away Would you be satisfied? On your hand's and knees When the price is right Oh!
Humanity devours itself alive. Forced march down this path of sorrow to an end that doesn't justify. Hands chained, running driven upon those that fall
Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic www.user.us © 2002 This war machine cannot be seen by your or me Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns
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Ride, ride, ride up from hell Armed with magic, sons of demons and men This song of greeting written for your tragic end So long our stride the world
Stormtroopers outside every window - The night of the long knives. Jumping the Berlin Wall from windows - One hundred feet in the sky. A people split
