bring it in There's room enough in the house of sin I don't like the movie in this SINema I don't like the movie in this SINema I don't like the movie
A bag full of stories It?s all I have got But I?m not unhappy oh no I?m not I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot A bag full of stories, it
Let?s face what you don?t admit Massacre, you had a part in it Genocide in front of our eyes Stop masking your guilt with lies Come clean! History
Zondagmorgen op transport Warming up onder escort Ik zet m?n beste vuistje voor Ben alleen maar ik zing in koor Al moet ik uren lopen trekken Ze gaan
Nu weet ik wat die Marokkaan bedoeld En snap ik heel goed, hoe hij zicht voelt Als ie zomaar weer geweigerd wordt bij ?n tent Door zo?n kale afgetrainde
Wouldn?t it be great To disappear Delete my name out of every system A smile on my face That?s my ID I?m not on your list ?cause I?ve got no number
Wie durft te dansen op de rand van ?t ravijn? Wat speelt zich af in het donker van ?t brein Onheil sleurt je mee Over alle grenzen heen Een fataal
Mein Gott, das ist ja volliger Blodsinn Nach Bayern fahrt doch keiner freiwillig hin? Und die bloden Bullen haben uns wieder kontrolliert ?Ah, Ihr seit
In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ?t alternatief Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt rechtstreeks
I fell in love With the beauty of Mother nature?s gift to great South Africa But it struck me when I saw those black men Live township life in Mamelodi
You gotta fight ?m one on one Of course I remember back in the days When I was a young kid looking for ways To protect myself from falling down Into
I know things I feel things I see things I can never speak out loud I know things I feel things I see things I can never speak out loud (3x) They haunt
This is a scapegoat revolution This is a scapegoat revolution Sixteen, I hated to be Sixteen, low self-esteem and Sixteen, I wanted to be Eighteen,
SINema I don?t like the movie in this SINema I don?t like the movie I don?t like the movie I don?t like the movie in this SINema Where?s Stallone or
I am so scared I feel lonely Why is the world such a fucked up place? I am so down I feel worn out Why is the world such a fucked up place? I am so sick
Gotta ask, gotta ask, gotta ask ourselves; why do they hate us? What have I done, what have I done to deserve Jihad? Maybe you?re right, maybe you?re
Life?s just a one way ticket But your destination is unknown Some pay the full ride but just get A journey ending in the very first zone They fight,
Do you believe it? She wrote it all herself You really buy it? Because she looks so good Don?t you see it? How they do my riffs Don?t you hear it? I
