it all Time to stop caring, just fuck it all Nothing means everything, just let it go Because in the end it means nothing at all Why should I laugh
looking for that serene dream Replace bombs with small explosions of mellow scenes In the post-war era we do whatever it takes Put our lives at stake to break sick
something I want and i'll take it if they resist it's permanent sleep don't try to be brave; you'll end up in the grave it's quite impossible to reform
state of guerilla warfare It has been spread by the superpowers of the industry To the 3rd World underground of the streets This is for all those who
Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and
pervert it all Time to stop caring, just fuck it all Nothing means everything, just let it go Because in the end it means nothing at all Why should I
' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and Mo just
I want and i'll take it if they resist it's permanent sleep don't try to be brave; you'll end up in the grave it's quite impossible to reform thosewho
ices, one of the trifest Hypest to shiestest y'all run like mices in a crisis Y'all never hear nobody did me in I be in Lebanon with the Libyans, now it
hole, made for the meek and re-entry You're on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it My brainiac drums make computers lose patience Decepticon era
At the end of an era Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4 If you're sick of being poor And the rebel beat beats on At the end of an era The elder ghosts are in
era ended on us Now the money's just paper, the houses all haunted We had a hell of a run before it caught up For all the corners cut we got an avalanche