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Woman Sweet Stuff - U.s.sin Woman Sweet Stuff - U.s.sin |
*** Autor textu: Rombo Bombo *** Autor hudby: Woman Sweet Stuff(zaklad Notcho) | It´s the voice, blinding glow in your mind
First rejoice, then a hearse full of cry
It´s the light, glinting gold for to steal
Gnawin´ grab, makes you don´t want to feel
Anything
And you know that you should, if there was
Any church, yes you would
Now you know all the bad things you made
Say hello, ´cause this is The U.S.A.
Just a dream
Chorus:
Celebrate the death
Hit your brother, hit your mate
Come to execute
All of this came from Hollywood
It´s the fruit, sweet apple in your hands
So let´s taste, than you will understand
It´s the sin, now you know it´s too late
To find a sense, to throw it all away
To be good
To make your spirit clean
To stop this lapse, to wash your dirty skin
Now you know all the bad things you made
Say hello, ´cause this is The U.S.A.
Just a dream
Chorus:
Celebrate the death
Hit your brother, hit your mate
Come to execute
All of this came from Hollywood
Heamorrage to the head
Leave your lover, leave your friend
Can´t do what you feel
Hide your love to "happymeal"
So crowded place, but there´s no one to hold
Your tired hands, ´cause you work for to know
A real life, girl the life that you wish
To be a star, or to be a bitch
Now it´s the same
Try to go out to plead
Love to pray, or to see you on your knees
Now you know all the bad things you made
Say hello, ´cause this is The U.S.A.
Just a dream
Chorus:
Celebrate the death
Hit your brother, hit your mate
Come to execute
All of this came from Hollywood
Heamorrage to the head
Leave your lover, leave your friend
Can´t do what you feel
Hide your love to "happymeal"
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