Testo Propaganda - Sex Gang Children
Testo della canzone Propaganda (Sex Gang Children), tratta dall'album Bastard Art!
He'd say a religion
The wounded pigeon is back in fashion
I said you're joking
You must be smoking some kind of
Take Las Vegas in a cab
Take a stab
All or nothing
Ice cold hands in solitude
Stay here
Give me cold feet and steel
Woke up and make believe
Mickey Mouse on a bed
All in my head
Give me Jesus in the arena
Going down nice and dirty
Where man is mortal
God is always clean
I fell from the sky
I was born in a bed
Is it right to ask why?
All in my head
Honesty and poverty
Are strangers to me
Humanity
Is what I used to be
The mediocre have taken over
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
I am a cow
I am a horse
With a tube
Pissed in the engine
With a raven on the table
Shoot me down nice and dirty
It all read on the wall
Which one of us will fall?
So I leave
The kingdom
Self-sate
For myself
He's a fucker
You're my brain
Silent grief
And once again
Mea culpa
Mea ultima culpa
Psycho seed, German wine
At the end of the line
Do you hate or do you feel?
Feed your head
Strange love in Jakarta
Or is it the metric martyr?
Praise the women who feel
Feed your head
I kiss the saints that are dead
I kiss the witches in their bed
Taste the blood with its ring
Feed your head
Bless the bed I lay upon
Bless the angels around in my head
Suddenly I'm born
In my bed
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Writer(s): Andreas Graham Mcelligott
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