Traducción: Forgotten Rebels. Não faça perguntas.
Over so called holy land so many have to bleed But they won't blame god or each other They'll blame American greed After all who sold them the guns As
I'm never sure of nothing Life is always touch and go I have to please all the people inside me The worst thing is let them start to argue They enjoy
I see horrors in my dreams Mutants trying to touch me Farmworkers harvesting syringes Off mountains mad of human pieces KILLING IN MY SLEEP MERCANARY
On the streets of Oberhausen Winding through the Berlin alleys So innocent about their sins They still believe that they can win Not afraid to speak
escape persecution So many paths to chose to traverse I live with my choices why can't you ASK ME NO QUESTIONS-I'LL TELL YOU NO LIES ASK ME NO QUESTIONS
You want another drink so you saddle up to the bar You need another drink so you saddle up to the bar You're putting on a show and forcing all around
Shine your light down just to let me know Release the worry in my soul Tell me secrets that I know you know Come back home Give me the answers to those questions
Lift your lighters (For me) Just to say "RIP" Layzie Bone Okay, we gone, we can breathe on/ Put your lighters in the air and make sure that his not forgotten
lived on Manners 52 years he sat on his veranda And made his saddles And if you had questions About sheep or flowers or dogs You just ask the saddler
Say hoe, yeah you Can I ask you a question You like to fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking
By the way, what's your motherfuckin' name? (You forgot alreay) Shit, I just cross reference with game Change your train of thought I was taught to speak now and ask questions
Knocked Down One Hundred Million Souls are joined together. All hope for something better. And daring to just ask the question. a??What is all this worth
she told everyone but me and i thought that she forgot to hey well i guess it couldnt be and then finally one day she built up her lust to ask me the question
cling to frame of divine timing? Why do old habits die so hard, God knows I try and try? And why ask why? All I have is too many questions Is there something someone forgot
They ask me am I ok. They ask me if I'm happy Are they asking me that because of the sh-t thats been thrown at me or am I just a little snappy and they
like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question You talk
need you to focus I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts I'm going to have to ask
