It is easier to see, evil as entity. Not as condition inside you and me. I did not invent it, I'm just in charge of it. Simple businessman with simple practical plan.
Your country raised you, your country fed you. And just like any other country it will break you. On front line send you, tax the hell out you. And just like any other country, it will lock you, up you.
Why didn't you come when I beat my drum. And screamed off my head out into the night?. Scared of the slums, afraid of the guns. Don't wanna see the hoodlums fight.
As I walked into the bar. A man came up to me and said:. You know the older you will get. The more perverted you will get. . Hey, I'd like to see you try it.
When I was younger I lived in fear. That incarceration of some kind is near. I checked my head in tact with rules. I nearly became a goddamn fool. . But I've heard voices not in the head.
I am a foreigner. And I'm walking through new streets. But before I want to I see the same deeds. Inherited by few a power machine. That crushed and strangles you right in your sleep.
If we are here not to do. What you and I wanna do. And go forever crazy with it. Why the hell are we even here?. . There was never any good old days. They are today, they are tomorrow.
Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car. There is a silence all over downtown. Where community celebrations shall be aroused. I walk the sterile gardens, life is on pause, here it is.
Hey, chavorale, think locally. Hey, palo mande, fuck globally. . I come to New York to start a gypsy punk revolt. Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home?.
When there's a trap set up for you. In every corner of this town. And so you learn the only way to go is underground. When there's a trap set up for you.
When the snow is getting heavy,. Trees just bend and let it go,. So how many, so how many,. Broken bones it takes to know?. . So wake up, my principessa,.
First time I had read the Bible. It had stroke me as unwitty. I think it may started rumor. That the Lord ain't got no humor. . Put me inside SSC. Let's test superstring theory.
Suddenly door opened just a crack. A hand reached out and ordered me to duck. Took me to a Sturm and Drang banquet. Where Rismsky and Korsakov they met.
My strange uncles from abroad. Yes I never met'em!. But I took everything they wrote. And I'll never forget 'em!. Through the mystical communication. Deep within it all comes through.
Brother, our singing is like an alarm ringing. We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong. Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers.
Questa storia, ha un'unica morale. Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, i paranormale. . O solnce Santa Marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu. Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-rarara.
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska. Gypsies were passing through her little town. They dropped something on the road, she picked it up. And cultural revolution right away begun.
If you don't see no punks in downtown. Do you know this town is dying quick?. (It's just no good). I'll get it to you in this now. You'll have a trouble finding goddamn prostitutes.
Caravan is comin', old guitars are strummin'. Chief is sittin' high with gold across the chest. I'm just a little chavo, I don't even own a guitar. But mama they got girl, that I love the best.
Sometimes when facing common trouble. When whole town is screwed. We become actually human. Act like Prometheus would. Suddenly there is more humor. And a party tabor style.