It's okay to be down To be alone and have no friends It's alright to think that you're the only like that Smoking pot, getting drunk Sniffing cocaine
Back on the streets again Ready for the action Our wear is very casual Don't wanna draw any attention Looking for opponents Hiding from the sirens The
toujours assassine Comme un fil dans une aiguille, la precision touchera sa cible Le micro dans ma main, le retour de l'Assassin Whoy, whoy, whoy, choisis
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Wednesday, day number one has arrived The club opens up at 9 Big Klaus is bouncing all around An extreme fight crowns the night Thursday night the second
Wanna have some lovely fun with me Talking bullocks and ignore reality Never cool, always highest temperament Shouting loud and never be silent Psycho
A war is going on between Iran and Iraq is everybody aware of this fruitless misery Countless lives have been waisted Money keeps the machine guns running
Hey man I gotta tell you a story listen man what I go to say It took place here in a sunny afternoon and there was nothing to do We were all very hungry
I am in the dark Cold like steel No one to talk to Nothing to see In the mist are a thousand creatures Hounding me, never free Eaten alive in my own
In a day of 1999 it had to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the
awake today? [ROCKIN MOKSHA SQUAT] Est-ce que vous etes bien reveille aujourd'hui ? [PRT] 'Cause we are Poor Righteaous Teachers & Assassin in the house
Party like a devil in delirium Run like a maniac to strike Stripping off and wander Fast like a thunder It's time to celebrate the feast of crime No
My father is jobless and my mom has passed away Sister a whore and my brother in jail Always out of cash and got nothing to eat Where I come from is
[Music: Scholz / Lyrics: Gonnella] Party like a devil in delirium, run like a maniac to strike, Stripping off and wonder fast like a thunder, it's time
we're feeling alive chorus: Killing with love, we are assassins of pleasure Killing with love, we are assassins of lust a heart made of stone that cuts to the bone we are assassins
hunter - Playing ultimate game Patience awaiting prey - No conscience for his deeds Deals another deathblow - So his thirst can feed Assassin - Assassin
lightning, legions rise in the night. Don't look behiind you, warriors are ready to fight. METAL LAW METAL LAW METAL LAW METAL LAW [Solo: Micky-Daxx
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
