Paroles Dry Drunk Emperor de TV On The Radio

TV On The Radio
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de TV On The Radioloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: TV On The Radio16898
  • Chanson: Dry Drunk Emperor
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Perfect Gold de Monoral

Show me what you got Please, be sure That what you have is raw Cause I'll take it as it comes Feed me with your gold But don't cross the borderline Let it shine and give some more Judge me with your...

Naked Jock Man de Hoobastank

Me and my friends kickin' in the household Tryin' to figure out thoughts start to unfold Nothing to do or see I can't understand Combine all our thoughts to come up with a plan Car alarm system too expensive...

Cross Of Gold de Bob Seger

You can change the way you live You can make it ? You can turn it up or down You can change the things you're told You can crucify the word on a cross of gold You can crucify the word on a cross of gold Oh...

Fool's Gold de Petra

Some say this life is only foolishness No waiting pot of gold in the fath that I possess But the treasures of this life will slowly turn to dust And this fool will find His gold in the Savior that...

Skull Beneath The Skin de Ghoul

Mean and infectious The evil prophets rise Dance of the macabre As witches streak the sky Decadent worship Of black magic and sorcery In the womb of the devil's dungeon Trapped without a plea See thing...

Textes et Paroles de Dry Drunk Emperor




baby boy
dieing under hot desert sun,
watch your colours run.

did you believe the lie they told you,
that christ would lead the way
and in a matter of days
hand us victory?

did you buy the bull they sold you,
that the bullets and the bombs
and all the strong arms
would bring home security?

all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been
standing naked for a while!
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!
and bring all the thieves to trial.

end their promise
end their dream
watch it turn to steam
rising to the nose of some cross legged god
gog of magog
end times sort of thing.
oh unmentionable disgrace
shield the childrens faces
as all the monied apes
display unimaginably poor taste
in a scramble for mastery.

atta' boy get em with your gun
till mr. mega ton
tells us when we've won
or
what we're gonna leave undone.

all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been
naked for a while.
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!!
and bring all his thieves to trial.

what if all the fathers and the sons
went marching with their guns
drawn on washington.
that would seal the deal,
show if it was real,
this supposed freedom.

what if all the bleeding hearts
took it on themselves
to make a brand new start.
organs pumpin on their sleeves,
paint murals on the white house
feed the leaders L.S.D
grab your fife and drum,
grab yor gold baton
and let's meet on the lawn,
shut down this hypocrisy.

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons