Spirits Of Molotov Songtext
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Cocktails smashing on the embassy,
In the streets the freedom fighters and me
Chucking rocks over broken bones
At riot gear and cellular phones
Mitch Golada and his civil rights
Has turned to bombs and bloody fist fights
Standing there in the chaos and strife
The best time of my fookin' life
Turn over and beg for vilification
In the streets the freedom fighters and me
Chucking rocks over broken bones
At riot gear and cellular phones
Mitch Golada and his civil rights
Has turned to bombs and bloody fist fights
Standing there in the chaos and strife
The best time of my fookin' life
Turn over and beg for vilification
Roll over for industrialization
Guns and spirits are going of
The black cause, and Molotov
Rum-Rum, E-man, and Frank Be Nice
They want to blast and want to roll the dice
The powder keg and the nuclear head
Are in the truck but the driver is dead
He wanted to blast and roll the dice
Send his soul to the father and christ
Turn over and beg for vilification
Roll over for industrialization
Listen you will hear, the sounds of change draw near
The end is just in sight, yeah yeah yeah fight!
Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov.
Guns and spirits are going of
The black cause, and Molotov
Rum-Rum, E-man, and Frank Be Nice
They want to blast and want to roll the dice
The powder keg and the nuclear head
Are in the truck but the driver is dead
He wanted to blast and roll the dice
Send his soul to the father and christ
Turn over and beg for vilification
Roll over for industrialization
Listen you will hear, the sounds of change draw near
The end is just in sight, yeah yeah yeah fight!
Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov.
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