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Interpret: Jeff Buckley Žánr: Národnost: - Poslední album: |
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MALIGN FIESTA (NO SOUL)Interpret: Jeff Buckley Text písně You got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday [inaudible] You got your 24 karat gold pierced earring in your nose. Twenty-four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows. You got no...you got no You know when [inaudible] disease [inaudible] violence [inaudible] wish away your parents. You got yourself a girl with the face and the voice of a whore. You don't want a phone. But, you don't know what you kill yourself for anymore. You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no soul. You call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do You call yourself a rebel but a woman [inaudible] like they do You call yourself a rebel but you don't talk, act, walk and piss like they do You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone So whadya got? A God to pray to? You got no...you got no...you got no You're no soul rebel if you spit on your sister You're no soul rebel with your boot on your shin You no soul rebel, it's your last chance to fight You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no You call yourself a rebel but you call a man a nigger like they do You call yourself a rebel but you put your woman down like they do You call yourself a rebel but you rape, scheme and lie like they do You got no woman, no song, no drone So what have you got, a God to pray to? You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no You got no...you got no...you got no Komentáře |