She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
Johnny Hobson was a good man He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his
Sometimes, I wanna get away From all the confusion causin' pollution I know you wish you could run away From this substitution 'Cuz there's no solution
Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glass Mother
Time was when an american about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. but times have changed and now a
I once adored a chemical reaction Her eyes were made from pieces of the moon But now I fight the angels for her halo She feels that she has nothing left
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER l'm born and bred in pollution's grip First three weeks fed by a CO drip Ain't no breast Passed the test
Produced poison That's in the air We breathe So it's in our blood Maggots'll bite Our guts to shreds We are sure that Death shall rise Forced pollution
Pump your brain full of lead poisoning Nothing to gain nothing to loose so choose to enjoy this song I made What I want to know is where's the fucking
Defy it It?s forced into our minds It?s a pollution of the soul So invasive and poisonous To resist is to gain control Leeching the life Sucking the
"Hey, there, all you middle men. Throw away your fancy clothes. And while you're out there sitting on a fence, so get of your ass and come down here,
hey there all you middle men throw away your fancy clothes and while you're out sittin' on a fence so get off your arse and come down here cause rock '
Very metal noise pollution Very metal noise pollution Very metal noise pollution Very metal noise pollution --------------------------------------
Crossin' bridges over water A new reflection creepin' in Got your head so full of traffic The love pollution is settin' in 'Cause I'm feelin' that I
An' I can count it on my fingers I have all my reasons not to feel I'm numb as rigor mortis Scared by monkey faces drowned in shark fins But I don't
you look back and the ocean are colored black animals are going sick the reason is the black slick no green is able to remain by the toxic acid rain
I just dropped by to see you 'Cause I'm on my way In your bedroom Just on the highway Came in through your window I think I'd throw your ribbons on the
I feel like an astronaut Suffocating on the moon So far from home Encased in this plastic dome I can barely see the earth from here I cut my tether willingly
