Klux Klan We got a government so twisted and bent Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution Tension
skin marking eternal branding Pulling out the tools the operation beings Melting the skin to climax again Fornicated whore of the past-tense Shall experience
la couleur. Le Rat: Buenos Dias, faites ce que bon vous semble Ecoutez ou haissez ce qu'on ressent, Ceux d'en bas comprennent Car ce qu'on vit se ressemble Lyrics haute tension
can't touch me, I got scuds, love, wit' no lens Cliques with wrists for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens
[instrumental part by: Liquid tension Experiment]
open minded I outline coloured thoughts your spirit is somewhere here in your pulsing deep blue lake the upper light seems to come from inside liquid tension
the Hologram wrath But I am the center inside the placenta of math You clash with cyanide gas and die fast Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and
MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant I sense the tension
Old gray face Oh how the liquid seeps Through the cracks Proves that my heart still beats Destructive pace Sure that it carries me Through my veins
Sometimes someplace has something right It's been nine years that we've been tryin' Your liquid tension had made us crawl Your hidden power had made us
mort rattrape la vie, c'est toujours comme ca que ca finit. Demain, j'espere que ca sera chill, aujourd'hui c'est busy busy. Temps penible, rigide, pensee liquide, sans me faire liquider
ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension
Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now -- agony My crimson liquid so
I never did soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed I am only real at places I can not be Dead liquid
We set the charges We filled the margins We lit the fuses We killed the tension Our hearts are barricaded With walls of steel So we drank the liquid
Haarlov] Syringe injected into tender skin Throat is flooded as the needle sets in Tied down, brittle screams are choked Vocal chord in corrosive liquids
Übersetzung: Less Than Jake. Malt Liquor schmeckt besser, wenn Sie Probleme haben.