SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (W)

War system, war system, war system now! / War system, war system, war system now! / War system, war system, war system now!...

There is something weird I wouldn't believe / I'm losing grip on my lifetime / I don't understand this wave I'm in...

Paranoia / In which I think that I'm not confident / Blood into my hands I can't deny...

1. Fire on the Water / 2. Morrison / 3. Wild Boys...

In this dirty old part of the city / Where the sun refuse to shine / People tell me there ain't no use in trying...

I’m gonna take care, can’t wait till tomorrow / I’m gonna take care, I need to right now / I’m gonna take care, can’t wait till tomorrow...

G1 Society's Victim / G2 Where's Our Freedom? / G3 Maimed + Slaughtered...

I was born into a scene of angriness and greed and dominance and persecution / My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be / And now I spend my time looking all around for a man that''s nowhere to be found...

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas / I'm travellin on, far and wide / But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself...

I remember I was asking why / And someday you said I'd know / All these years, of fighting hard...

Beautify all I know, keep on dancing / Let it all turn to gold / When the dream touches ground...

playing on the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream / if you like to play victim / and play the part so well that's how we'll treat...

playing on the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream / if you like to play victim / and play the part so well that's how we'll treat...

[Marc Ribler / Angel Schleifer / Claus Lessmann / Hans Ziller] / Sometimes you get lost in the world / Get out of touch with your heart...

[Jörg Deisinger / Angel Schleifer / Claus Lessmann] / The pocket full of dreams / Our kids marching to the Guillotine of mankind...

[Claus Lessmann / Hans Ziller] / Yeah / Always was a gypsy ... but not because of love...

[Claus Lessmann / Hans Ziller] / Do you still feel something / When you hold me thight?...

[Claus Lessmann / Hans Ziller] / Since you've been gone / I'm doing alright...

[Claus Lessmann / Hans Ziller] / Who feeds the hand - beggin' for bread / Who tell me who...

[Hans Ziller] / I wish I was in the land of cotton / old times there are not forgotton...

[Lessmann / Ziller] / No rags to riches, slave to the grind / Lost in a bottle, I got wrecked out of my mind...

[Lessmann / Ziller] / What do you feel / When a poor man's house is burning?...

As sure as the sun rises in the east / Another gunman will come seeking my defeat / Will he be as fast as me, are his nerves quiet and still...

The quiet war has begun with silent weapons / And the new slavery is to keep the people / Poor and stupid, Novus Ordo Seclorum...

I sneak in my own house, / It's four in the morning, / I had too much to drink,...

Besides her man she kneels / Holds him tight and begins to cry / Why why why but why...

They stand on the outside looking in / They stand on the outside looking in / They stand on the outside and feed you shit...

Government and queen are your only enemies / Don't be fooled by their plastic smiles / War's no fairytale, guns and bombs aren't fucking toys...

Обойми всё, серый ветер, / Ты несешь туда серый пепел... / Ты несешь туда серый пепел......

Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip / Patrolwoman Saunders, don't you give her no lip / Took me to the station for a breath test...