Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Anti, Anti-social
An heir apparent to a heathen nation
Oblivion here I come
A nomad walking I'm the son of Satan
Anti, Anti-social
Introverted only by introspection
Hellion what I've become
Invade your lives with evil and murder

Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody No retreat
American dead better than red another politician with a debt on his head
Bodies ripped covered in shit Napalm blitz the City is lit
Bombs blast mustard gas throat slash truncheon smash
Another story about another dead American... One more story about a dead American.
Blitzkrieg flames buildings ablaze killings fields where the bodies decay
Torture racks machine gun racks never surrender it's an all-out attack
Money whores open soars plan quiet wars behind closed doors

Up in the morning and out to school
Mother says there be no work next year
Quantifications once the Golden Rule are now just pieces of paper
Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy.
Just because you're going forwards doesn't mean I'm going backwards.
Well if you look the part well then you'll get the job in last year's trousers and your oldschool shoes
The truth is son it's a buyer's market they can afford to pick and choose
Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy

Well how do you do
My name is lars
i'm from Cambell california
you might know that by now
i'm of danish descent for that i'm proud
see my father was a nomad
i havent seen him for awhile
lost a brother

Bring on the days of wine and roses
Riot squads and fire hoses
Two leaders try to speak but they don't make a sound
Autocrats run but they don't move around
Big money mergers but does that move ya
X-Ray vision I see right through ya
Do you remember when it was all bleak and black
When the old man move forwards and he never look back