Testo di Brut

Here comes a king 'sleaze', carrying old disease To the town where you're born to the town where you breathe He talks a big win he wants you join in And all the junkies lined up for his dose of gasoline I'm not gonna listen to your fairy tales of the past I'm not gonna listen to you blaming all on the west I'm not gonna seek around for your glory day I'm gonna test my dance out on green grass over your grave Shoot him down, shoot 'em down Here comes that dicktator, burned his home later Now he’s there in your yard he wants to see what you've got With all his scary toys, he leaves your brother no choice While all the monkeys on there kneel before his black Rolls-Royce I'm not gonna listen to your fairy tales of the past I'm not gonna listen to you blaming all on the west I'm not gonna seek around for your glory day I'm gonna test my dance out on a green grass over your grave (Call his mama to take him home, little boy seems so alone) Jingo boy knocks at your door Jingo boy comes with a sore Jingo boy knocks at your door Jingo boy comes with the war My heart is moaning with the southern wind My mind is groaning they let him in My heart is drowning on the Black Sea hole My soul is crawling for the tribal call