Something good to read On a Sunday Now, the leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her minister But the leader never leaves his door
have something good to read on a Sunday The leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her minister But the leader never leaves his door
Übersetzung: The Clash. Der Leader.
something good to read on a Sunday The leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her minister But the leader never leaves his door ajar
I lay in my bed And I be tossin and turnin trying to avoid my dreams And I can hear the niggas lettin off they lead around the corner Got me feelin paranoia
and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the master's break The clash of the titans, are
all night police bar one time From guns on a roof to the acid jazz To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash Dancin with the next lead singer of The Clash
hop thighs From guns on a roof to the azz in jazz To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash Dancin with the ex-lead singer of The Clash Guns on
apes into space To plant new life for the lead of only one race The gun chase make our sons erase, some deteriorate Evaporate from flesh to spiritual bodies The masters of fate, still clash
Frydrychowicz] Unbalance starts to rise within the population, revolution begins A hunger for power is launched, their dreams: becoming the leader of
those bastards'll find us another one They're here to protect you, don't you know? So get used to it Get used to it! The clash of religions And
know our status, we College Park niggas the baddest Soldiers with automatics, like Percy is with the title-clashes Instead, it's not mythical, with lead
this evil enterprise? Until the day a leader emerges With mind powers like electric surges He'll give us hope, he'll teach us how to fight A clash
to have it {Where da paper at?} I got to get it {Where da paper at?} You know I need it {Where da paper at?} .. [Xzibit] Yo it's the Clash of the
Innocents march toward their destruction Suspecting their fate but unable to speak With hands of red and hoods of black They kill the leader then take
