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The Pistol
02:50
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Four years ago as well on
I've stopped to drink and smoke
Then Luger-Parabellum
Was bought at last from stock
Nice, blued and always well, and
I'm lucky consignee
My Luger-Parabellum
Always from now with me
I've printed piles of targets
Ahead for shooting range
One bald head nasty midget
The same gnome on each page
I like my daily training
I wanna be good shot
Accuracy of maiming
And all the things I've got
I have some silver bullets
The aspen stake of course
Three holy water bottles
Garlic, one metal cross
This is as Russian roulette
The game with no rules
But this allows me to let
Destruct the nasty ghoul
Good oil always has meaning
And this is what I say
On Parabellum cleaning
and brushing every day
As new, and maintained well on
And this is the real truth
My Luger-Parabellum
Is ready for quick use
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2. |
The Weed
02:39
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This is just a story of my friend The Weed
Down on the corner he has grown from seed
Breaking through the asphalt from the timeless night
He as any being came into the light
Omnipresent lying, poor Mother Land
I know I can trust him, one the only friend
Something to be sure this is not a bet
Vile sneaky slander he will never spread
Early every morning time when I should go
I was not forgetting to say him hello
And one day in Friday then I had seen that
Simple yellow flower blossomed on his head
There was sad Sunday when I came to late
And I saw the cleaner cut down him with spade
Well goodbye my trusty my best friend The Weed
Nobody and nothing on the empty street
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Civilization Crackdown
03:48
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Ancient kingdoms had passed away
And empires laid in the past
Destiny is what you can say
From the first day to the last
Something wrong in the dusty air
What is coming you never know
Nobody will be happy there
With sad feeling we're near of
Civilization crackdown
Shabby memories of your soul
You are old, you are ill and lame
Generation of Rock and Roll
Troglodytes of the backward days
Senseless streaking, a world of screens
Silly barking, Hip Hop and Rap
Time when books are in rubbish bins
And continues nightmare at
Civilization crackdown
Twentieth century bloody flag
Still with us even nowadays
Politicians who cook bad luck
Surreptitiously on the way
Greed and swagger and idle talk
And impunity is the law
On the ashes of Roll and Rock
All around is ready for
Civilization crackdown
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4. |
Pinned Beetles
06:00
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We know many rulers, dictators or kings
Each wanna become The Big Brother in dreams
But neither one clever or full idiot
Nobody alone can not manage the world
Since too many countries and too many land
And any empire will crash at the end
As anyone's life is too short for enough
And greatness is subject of mocking and laugh
They all are unhappy, they can't sleep and eat
They're trying for nothing, they can not succeed
But many efforts take the sum of them all
And common Big Brother has come virtual
I've met my best friend and he tells me right now
We are all the slaves on the will of above
Big brother is strong, misty, hazy and dim
And the aspen stake is too vain against him
He knows all around on each corner and step
He doesn't want less and I'm feeling his slap
We can't disappear, escape or to flee
Each second I'm feeling his breath behind me
I answer: I know and I see you are right
Unswerving and proud to be crucified
They will not spend nails, they are over stocks
We all are pinned beetles on a recycling box
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5. |
The Wheel
03:40
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I know that all people, and you are, and I'm
We're here appear as captives of time
That's really nothing you own in the Earth
And only a spark of the moment is yours
You don't know how and where and when
The clock will be broken and thrown off then
We are deadly climbing in desperate trust
And keeping the balance on the narrow path
The thread in the roll is the road the life
And all what you get is to drive to survive
To turn in the spin watching twinkle of days
When no the winner on this fatal race
In Sisyphus task you're an ant on the trail
You can not escape but to run on the rail
The fate is around you to caught you to peel
And rolling ahead destiny heavy wheel
Always those in power hold your low rate
And you are just nil just a fish on the trade
Illusion of freedom in shadow of rights
Mute screaming and voices, deaf ears, blind eyes
We're plants and grasses we're blooming in the Spring
We're plants and grasses we like rains and the sun
We're plants and grasses we give out the crop
We're plants and grasses we die under the snow
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Stolen Island
01:21
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Good times and summer morning, we're so nice and young
We like these magic places, the names on ancient tongues
And we will not allow these happy days to pass
These mountains, this sunshine, the sea belongs to us
One day my great grandfather came here with a gun
And each of us is proud and we are all as one
But something is forgotten behind the endless pride
Since our ancestors committed genocide
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We mix
Sewage water infusion
Fly agarics
Crushed scorpions
Ratsbane
Sulphuric acid
Dead flies
Cyanides
And fungus
Big Brother will be happy
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8. |
Brainwashing
03:03
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9. |
Riding the Globe
02:00
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And evening, and morning, and flame in the sky
Mechanic enrolling, indifferent time
Thin sand of the stars, mystery of the night
Continuous moving, the dark and the light
Meltdown of sense, stock of old battered books
The fate in the lens, bleary-eyed outlook
Dismay of the knowledge, too much what to say
Fast twinkle of years, one infinite day
Blank history lessons and ever the same
A heavy quick trial and hopeless claim
In difficult times the trust to be sold
By power keepers the madmen in hold
While few crazy headmen are riding the globe
Poor tired people are working non-stop
The path breaks away on the deadly closed door
And soldiers on march to be killed on the war
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