Songtext von Beehive

Hi we're the child of the nukes, yes certainly We're standing in line of the outsiders You may call us whatever you like Should we all tattoo says 'inferior' Decontamination, evacuation Oh how do we get rid of this carcass? He's head to north and his tale towards south Which one is the way to the neo Tokyo? He's calling and calling to make your move I'm running and running to make my wound He's calling and calling to toy with your soul I am running circles angles he goin keep on drawing them oh Mommy never told me I was never gonna know The rival never told me I was gonna laugh and have it all I will never hold my words I'll kiss my will and drive it out Oh hi we're the parents of the deads, yes finally We're now feeding sons and our little daughters After the breakfast we're taking them out Count of 1, 2, 3 there you go osaraba Mou ikkai? Mada da yo Mou ikkai? Mada da yo Day without a morning light this day without holy night This day without a room for your excuse How wonderful that could be and when will that day will be? How many of you could tell how rare that is Day without a morning light this day without holy night This day without a room for your excuse How wonderful that could be and when will that day be? The very day the day itself he brings his purpose in