know that we're ready for a modification Yes yes I'm convinced we're not this flesh Can you hear what I'm saying? Yes yes I'm convinced I'm not this flesh
Übersetzung: Obdach. Nicht das Fleisch.
'm back ho From the dead where I had to lay low Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me In the flesh
party institutions [Chorus:] Nuclear castastrophe Armageddon World War III The end of the world but not for me It's my post punkrock nuke fantasy On safari in the forbidden zone where flesh
see? Now do you... Now do you see? (INTRO TO HOME GROWN) Mama, don't cry... I'm leaving his life... It's not your fault. It's not your fault. Paid
come to you when I'm done For no sin is left unjudged Their suffering will be unleashed Rage - Rage consumes my flesh like a worm Fire - No fire will
doorstep, embrace ya Satan my niggas endorse that, heat your face fixed up scalpel and forceps, Sean Rambo look at my war chest, hamburger hill bullets peelin off raw flesh
's walked along beside me With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rain Some tried to hold me to hurt me to hide me And some turned away not
run, try to get away Shelter somewhere, anywhere, from corpses that await We're living in fear, but still we must go on The shock must not stop us, our
(You never saw it coming, you never knew what hit you) Hold me up to watch me die (Never thought you see, know you're not spared) Living in the shelter
the night begins for one "Come aside the fires of my tribe, find shelter here" The wise woman takes the bone and points at me: Who am I to be? Not a
'm a weak man, I'll do it again. Battle with my flesh, Without you I can't win. Please control me. Take me in your arms, I need to be sheltered from
I continually need your solitude Shelter my flesh I'm coming home You Wisdom crying in the streets for no avail Nothing You're pretending to not hear
Do you know where their children are?...Do you care? They're withering away on desert plains rotting flesh in withering pain sickle skelatons who sleep
understanding/ Don't give them their freedom, because they're not going to give you yours/ Fuck nazi sympathy/Don't give them their freedom, because they're not
In this place, O Lord, to you we pray Tiny room, grand edifice Nothing more than shelter is this Not of bricks or mortar, wood or clay Built of those
