Out of Hand - текст песни
Out of Hand
(lyrics: Andersson/Hellid,
music: Rosenberg/Hellid/Cederlund)
Fools gather round to whatch me bleed
But there are things you'll never see
To protect and serve one nation under god
A nation in which no-one's free
Their flesh begins to rot
What's left of what they've got
A boring life is getting old
Mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning books
Ripping apart things that doesn't fit
One times one equals nine
Your make - believe reality is full of shit
Jesus christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
Fuck !
It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
But worse to see others believe it
Fucked up minds in fucked up times
It's up to you to foresee it
Jesus christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
It's all built upon lies
Out of hand
Is this a fucking joke
Out of mind
And it makes me fucking choke
Fuck !
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