歌詞:
Plastic Tree Sink

When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree

yet ten years old, was shot today, By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill

lies, Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep. Gold fills hands, or is it sand, The same that covers everything? Where cities stood, soon deserts found, Now sink

When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree

another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today, By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet. They say that plastic bullets were

to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say ?I?ve got the backbone? the back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb

next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say ?I?ve got the backbone? the back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing

next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say ?I?ve got the backbone? the back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing

I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash