joy Sell it to myself Sell it to myself Then sell it to the world It's not without belligerence It's not without a ploy Sell it to myself Sell it
SELL IT TO MYSELF SELL IT TO MYSELF THEN SELL IT TO THE WORLD. IT'S NOT WITHOUT BELLIGERENCE IT'S NOT WITHOUT A PLOY SELL IT TO MYSELF SELL IT TO
Traducción: Paradise Lost. Vendemos para o mundo.
JOY SELL IT TO MYSELF SELL IT TO MYSELF THEN SELL IT TO THE WORLD. IT'S NOT WITHOUT BELLIGERENCE IT'S NOT WITHOUT A PLOY SELL IT TO MYSELF SELL IT
March just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left
a boat and ship it world wide North south east to the west side North, south, east to the west side Put this on a boat and ship it world wide North south
of fruitcake left in everyone of us Paradise, lost and found Paradise, take a look around I was out in california where I hear they have it all They
the 3rd world son Been to many places but I?m 3rd world born Guerrillas hit and run where I?m from the 3rd world son You polluted everything and now
Let's go out tonight Let's go to the cinema We'll take a walk through the lost hotels We'll take a stroll through the Buy-and-sells Let's go out tonight
I lost the thread, I lost the map It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in
[Intro] We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again but we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it. [Chorus: Planetary
arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace. Bollocks. Pacified. Classified. Keep in line. You're doing fine. Lost your voice? There ain
Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third World-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and
the wrong people And just lost his mind ..just lost his mind ?just lost his mind?.. just lost his mind ??...just lost his mind ??..just lost his mind ??...just lost
me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of supply and demand And I make the demands around here Product sells
the whim of a judge, check his chest density. It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny. The West Memphis 3 lost paradise (www.wm3.org), It
rain fall down into your life Put your heart in my hands Baby believe me I could never do you wrong And I would never paint your world blue And if sometimes it seems I must have lost