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*** Autor textu: R.Smith *** Autor hudby: The Cure
dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
disguise my words to fool you
from what I was saying
mud trench
meat stench
the Fatherland is looking on
grip you in a luger lock...
this will be the big one
world war III
no-one would believe me
world war III
no-one's a winner
no-one's a loser...
just a dead friend
heaven heaven
give me pride
give me a golden hand
smash them with an iron rule
spit them out like sand
sit and wait
then run like hell
run like hell
one time again
sow the seeds of hate
underneath destruction...
world war III
no-one would believe me
world war III
no-one's a winner
no-one's a loser...
just a dead friend