Текст (слова) песни: Depressive Age - Garbage Canyons
We`re the loosers, We see you`re disdain We`re the tools for our own coloured fate No one really knows our place Justice, give us your grace! Show your face!
But the war slaves of the lords drive us from land to land to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned And we ride like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless, into the ghetto canyons
"Antisocial" that`s their only slang political correct on their stamps Roast our bodies sharp! Bon appetite! Swallow our souls to vomit it!
And the forces of the lords drive us from land to land to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned Yes we ride, like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless, into the ghetto canyons
Life injurance saves your future plan, saves your future in a wheel chair gang, but you laugh about this warning. You wanna drift there where you want to the suicide angels, if your fate is turning wrong Suicide angels, you want never fall down, down from the sky That`s illusion, you can never fall, cause you are living in the devil`s reich
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