Blind The Weak, The Foul Trapped In So-Called Pure Beliefs In These Pages Exists The Dogma Condemned Dogma Condemned Dogma Condemned Dogma Condemned
Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil
I'm just scraping the social dogma From the bottom of my soul No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm {Can you name him? We'll bring
I'm The Gate Don't Be Afraid I've Walked This Way Before I'm The Dream Of Every Man Come True... You Know Who You Are No One Shall Covet Your Dreams
All we want is a head-rush All we want is to get out of our skin for a while We have nothing to lose Because we don't have anything Anything we want anyway
Same Strange Dogma Burn you fucker! This is unreal Burn burn burn Burn the witches Burn the witches Don't take time to sew the stitches Burn the witches
Innocence- a painful reminiscence a what was not and will never be. Meant not for me. An unjust war on the futile. Bludgeoning my affection (wide open
You thougt you could see through All those who would oppose you And take on dominion Omit all their opinions Every time you open your mouth it's to argue
Apres cette matinee mouvementee, Morgan decida qu'une bonne douche le laverait surement de ces evenements, et par la meme, le relaxerait certainement.
They're always teaching God's the only way A solution to explain the world Shoolar teaching is the new battlefield Spreading their lies through education
dogmas corrode A sting of poison A moral clash In the outlines of the soul Let dogmas corrode Burning neon Lonesome fear Feel that mordant erode How dogmas
All we want is a headrush All we want is to get out of our skin for a while We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything Anything we want anyway
Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil
[Music & lyrics: Embury] Innocence - a painful reminescene Of what was not And will never be. Meant not for me. An unjust war On the futile. [Chorus
al progresso i monaci guerrieri lasciano i padroni le geische deluse inventano un altro sistema di vita bambini prodigio impazziscono Niente ritorna daglInferi Nessun Dogma
BLIND THE WEAK, THE FOUL TRAPPED IN SO-CALLED PURE BELIEFS IN THESE PAGES EXISTS THE DOGMA CONDEMNED DOGMA CONDEMNED DOGMA CONDEMNED DOGMA CONDEMNED
翻訳: Chumbawamba. 社会的ドグマ.
