Текст (слова) песни: Orange Merchants - Whore Of The Country

Waiting for the time to sleep
No relaxation under nailed sheets
The regiment is powdered just right
Dissimulated the facts so they can steal my rights

This dawn the sun only rose halfway
It looks like it’s gonna be a half day
Blinkers and dissonance removing their wits
Instincts of joy as their tankers hit
They hit home
Remorse is unknown
Chilled to the bone
My disdain has grown

I went on this trip not knowing where I was going to land
Would I dismiss their victims’ blood or would I lend a hand
I went on this trip expecting to obtain peace
I couldn’t hide from them, my blueprint is in pieces

Chorus
So here I am now, a bitter sketch of what I used to be
I feel almost nothing now
Only a subdued reflex of contagious aggressivity

The streets are alright
I can finally seek light
In neon cafes past the burning engines
Metal detectors wheeled in
A silent operation to shut my mouth
They blindfolded all their whereabouts
I could never vote their laws
I could only bitch about their flaws

I’m heading to tall mountains where cars cannot drive
Abrasive foundations in comparison to my dirt thin pride
They have their goals and I have mine
But they are thousands while I only have a single life
I leave home
All that they’ve shown
Sharp yet undertoned
A knife to cut through my own

Chorus
So here I am now, shivering despite the burning bomb weather
All my horizons have died now
It’s stage two in my rational, national disorder

Like broken dreams
Like hurricanes and screams
The hand that signs the paper
Is the one that will choke the mother

Recount all the votes
The population wants to slit some throats
We could even elect a goat
Not much different from the animal that we first chose

So here I am now
Dried up and shaken
I will nod to everything they say
It doesn’t mean I will comprehend
Anything they say

So here they are now
An army of breathing targets
Nodding to the human drum
It doesn’t mean they will regret
Everything they do

You took my rights, you made me blind and soon you’ll steal my life!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Orange Merchants - Whore Of The Country Waiting for the time to sleep No relaxation under nailed sheets The regiment is powdered just right Dissimulated the facts so they can steal my rights This dawn the sun only rose halfway It looks like it’s gonna be a half day Blinkers and dissonance removing their wits Instincts of joy as their tankers hit They hit home Remorse is unknown Chilled to the bone My disdain has grown I went on this trip not knowing where I was going to land Would I dismiss their victims’ blood or would I lend a hand I went on this trip expecting to obtain peace I couldn’t hide from them, my blueprint is in pieces Chorus So here I am now, a bitter sketch of what I used to be I feel almost nothing now Only a subdued reflex of contagious aggressivity The streets are alright I can finally seek light In neon cafes past the burning engines Metal detectors wheeled in A silent operation to shut my mouth They blindfolded all their whereabouts I could never vote their laws I could only bitch about their flaws I’m heading to tall mountains where cars cannot drive Abrasive foundations in comparison to my dirt thin pride They have their goals and I have mine But they are thousands while I only have a single life I leave home All that they’ve shown Sharp yet undertoned A knife to cut through my own Chorus So here I am now, shivering despite the burning bomb weather All my horizons have died now It’s stage two in my rational, national disorder Like broken dreams Like hurricanes and screams The hand that signs the paper Is the one that will choke the mother Recount all the votes The population wants to slit some throats We could even elect a goat Not much different from the animal that we first chose So here I am now Dried up and shaken I will nod to everything they say It doesn’t mean I will comprehend Anything they say So here they are now An army of breathing targets Nodding to the human drum It doesn’t mean they will regret Everything they do You took my rights, you made me blind and soon you’ll steal my life! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Whore Of The Country: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/6356.html Все тексты песен: Orange Merchants » Orange Merchants - Tracklist for "Wheel Of Unwinding" » Orange Merchants - Almost Right » Orange Merchants - No Moon In The Sky » Orange Merchants - Jet Flair » Orange Merchants - Stonesong » Orange Merchants - Sand In The Ocean » Orange Merchants - Murray Avenue » Orange Merchants - Wheel Of Unwinding » Orange Merchants - Whore Of The Country » Orange Merchants - San Francisco Riot » Orange Merchants - Brain Failure (restart) Рекомендуем скачать: » Тату - Stars » Татьяна Дрыгина - Хранить ли писем выцветший архив... » Т.Буланова - Ветер пел » Т.Повалий - Сладкий грех » Таня Буланова - Ты не люби его » Татьяна Замураева - Лохматая серая кошка... » Тимур Шаов - Сказки нашего времени » Таня Буланова - Мост любви » Таня Буланова - Слезы ни о чем » Татьяна Афраймович - Благодетели-4 » Табачник Ян - Сыновья » Темнозорь - I » Татьяна Шехтман - Записка » Татьяна Фоменко - Норвежская песня » Трудное Детство - Я готов целовать песок » Таня Буланова - Обманула » Татьяна Афраймович - Оборотное-2 » Трофим (Трофимов Сергей) - Аристократия помойки » Татьяна Королева - Новогодняя колыбельная » Татьяна Кутузова - С виду, как будто обычные...
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