Immigrant 가사

Laugh out loud as I spit in your face Show no respect for the consumer day knave Little man I've had a busy day Stand out from the crowd with your motions of grace Contort your face till you look out of place Contort your race till you're blue in the face Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground Money, fortune and fame, throw grenades Well I spit in your face Well throw a grenade I'm losing fast, hey-ho! down we go, hey-ho! Shake to the rhythm of a gnomic quatrain Till your body is bleeding all over again Raise your glass to the virgin and the whore Spreading your body all over the floor I'm leading the life I've never lived before And don't walk around with mud on your face Look at you now you're a total disgrace You're telling me, you look out of place Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground Money, fortune and fame, throw a grenade Well I spit in your face Well throw a grenade Smashing the store, killing the can Scheming for the mother re-union plan Oh I talked and I talked of things that didn't matter like a fish in batter, and mad as a hatter So they say you reap as you sow Moving with grace, live in disgrace You're telling me, you look out of place And your name sounds almost religious Like a book for those who are serious Like a tranquiliser for those delirious Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground Money, fortune and fame, throw a grenade Well I spit in your face Well throw a grenade Well I spit in your face Well throw a grenade