Motorpsycho
Ozone
I've got blood on my hands,
And sand between my toes
If the crowd gets too unruly,
We'll spray 'em with the hose
I'm so bored with the whole thing
-keep hearing laughter when i turn-
Seen a million sunlit faces
But none that really burned
I can't keep myself from laughing
When i spot someone posessed
The fool that's always grinning,
Never quite gets the jest
But i know the one i'm laughing at
Plays it by the book
And screams for revolution
Behind his vacant look
We'll keep their eyes red & runny,
Kill them in their homes
Watch them pray forgiveness
And pay interrest on their loans
It was us in the beamers,
SongtexteThe penthouses & shrines.
Uf you want absolution We can provide all kinds...
But that*s just the way we are
Our heads in the ozone
And our minds in shangri-la
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