We've gotta job to do We're runnin' out of time to do it You've got a gift to use Get out in the world and use it Bury your foolish pride We've gotta
Urban war, cracked up child Painted blood on concrete walls Carbonic gas, cancer land What do I care? (Care) What do I care? Is he prepared? Can he face
Listens to the fifens, they're marchin through the square, stencil flags of insurrection dancin' through the air. Read the rants of a Thomas Paine, of
We've gotta job to do. We're runnin' out of time to do it. You've got a gift to use. Get out in the world and use it. Bury your foolish pride. We've gotta
[Lyrics: Andreas Kisser; Music: Andreas Kisser / Igor Cavalera] Urban war, cracked-up child Painted in blood on concrete walls Carbonic gas, cancer land
Übersetzung: Huinca. Boicot.
Übersetzung: Newsboys. Boycott Hell.
Übersetzung: Grab. Boykott.
: [Lyrics: Andreas Kisser; Music: Andreas Kisser / Igor Cavalera] Urban war, cracked-up child Painted in blood on concrete walls Carbonic gas, cancer
Going through a warzone every day all these people getting in my way gonna mow the whole human race down run all these people into the ground I'm a
Never mind staying in line ask how they're doing they say fine never bother to get mad smile on their face they're never mad Happy people
It doesn't take that much When it all goes to your head Hall of fame Being on top of it all Thinking that you've made it now
Living in a cheap soap opera questioning your dreary existence life of problems life of misery high school horror end it now Here's the chair here's
Forget what just happened today time to shoot the world away I just want to rest right now can't talk to anyone anyhow Hour of 1 I can't help staring
I'm lying here in my bed all lifes' problems on my head I write about the things I see I sing about you and me lyrics are rolling round and round gotta
Lost in limbo ask me why say how come? Tell me so just because
