I see soldiers going to war,
I hear their Hummers hum.
Desperation makes me roar
But Uncle Sam is numb.
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me
Instead of going east!
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!
Oil doesn’t make a feast!
You, my friend, you just don’t hear
What they’re doing there.
The sky above is no more clear –
Iraki sky’s a flare.
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!
A raptor I won’t become.
Please, go ahead and shoot me
Then batter every gun.
If you know what the pain is like
When sitting at the dentist’s,
A bullet will feel quite alike
But taking you to death mists.
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!
And squish me with your boots!
Why don’t you come and shoot me?
You’re rotten to the roots.
hehe… bine macar ca aia n-au facut melodie dupa asta..
suna..cum sa spun…naspa.
inca te mai gandesti sa scrii pentru trupe?:>
De: Ade pe 26 ianuarie 2008
la 16:27
“hehe… bine macar ca aia n-au facut melodie dupa asta..”
n-am facut, oricum era penal sa cantam despre irak,petrol si unchiul sam. ma cam doare-n cur de americani.
pe de alta parte ar fi fost cam idiot din partea mea sa cer sa fiu impuscat daca luptam intr-un razboi…..
De: mishu the prince pe 18 februarie 2008
la 22:15