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Swimmin' in s... I've got all on command
Always, everywhere I've got something to do,
The screams of blockheads - almost shootin' the dead
Oh! What's the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big problem we've got - can we dream or not?!
His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo
His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle - array
Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall
Notorious fool - automatic uniform
He knows so little, but here he's the law
He didn't make efforts to get on my nerves
I hate his laughter, it isn't sincere
He reacts to command - an animal intellect.
They talk about it and try to frighten
They talk about that - delude by rewards
My carrion will fill up this empty place
I'll stay unknown - driven into concrete.
I'm a shooter and a target, I'm a hero - killer.
If I kill more I'll get a monument
I'll die with desire, I got their word:
Fire will burn over my head!
Barmy Army, Dead Army, Barmy Army, Shadows Army.
- Album:
- Peep Show
- 25 Cents For a Riff
- La part du diable
- Rock Is Not Enough, Give Me The Metal!
- Acidofilia
- Broken Head
- Amazing Atomic Activity
- High Proof Cosmic Milk
- The State of Mind Report
- Infernal Connection
- Vile Vicious Vision
- Strip Tease
- Are You a Rebel?
- Non-Album Releases
- Rock Is Not Enough
- Maximum Overload
- Fishdick Zwei: The Dick Is Rising Again
- Verses of Steel
- The Hand That Rocks the Coffin
- Męskie Granie 2016