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Sum41-The Jester
A jester of sorts
You stand holding your court
Over minions of capital hill
In a bath full of blood
All alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at will
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flies beneath
Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
And lose the dead who was,
Above us and beneath us,
Waiting in their graves,
It's a nation free for all
A prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
A figure head of capital crime
With a light shining down
As you fall to your knees
To repent would be nothing but lies
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flies beneath
Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
And lose the dead who was,
above us and beneath us,
waiting in their graves,
It's a nation free for all
la la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!).....
Dead beat
Six feet
Dead underground
An eye for an eye
All the leaders are blind
Going once twice and then it goes down
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flies beneath
Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
And lose the dead who was,
above us and beneath us,
waiting in their graves,
Its a nation free for all
Speak Of The Devil
Trying to find a way
Getting better every day
And I got you now I'm not alone
All i need in this life is one,
One thing to believe in
I've seen many a face
From young and too old
I've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls
Was here before Christ had forgave you your sins
And paid your price and sealed your fate within
Days have come to an end
Today's the day that we meet again
The self inflicted inebriation guilt never lies
I've been waiting for the chance to reunite this increment
Poison never hurt so good
So nice of you to speak of me
Your closest friend and enemy
An only savior of masochists
Well its the dead end slave
From the alter to the grave
It's the last days of our life
The faith of men
Time, its been so long
And now there's nothing to say
I'm trying so hard to find the words to say
I'm tired of being, now I'm something I'm not
I can't believe and I never thought
Days would come to an end
Well maybe someday we'll meet again
If ever that day never comes
It would be too soon
My love
I've been waiting for the chance to nullify this increment
Pull the cord to detonate
So sick of you don't speak of me
No represent of misery
An only savior of masochists
Well its the dead end slave
From the alter to the grave
It's the last days of our life
Well its the dead end slave
From the alter to the gray
It's the last days of our life
The faith of men
Now I've found a way
Getting better every day
And I got you now I'm not alone
All I need in this life is one
One thing to believe in
Trying to find a way
Getting better every day
And I got you now I'm not alone
All I need in this life is one
One thing to believe in
Underclass Hero
1..2..3..4
Well I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
Afraid to a government content cause
No sense against them
We’re here to represent
And stare right in the face of the establishment.
And I wanna believe (Well you’re frankly nothing)
Stand on my own (A little sympathy)
Wasting the youth (I’m feeling young and useless)
Speak for yourself (Some blindfolded cause)
Well because we're doing fine
And we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine
Cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
Cause we'll be just fine
And we won't be bought and sold
Just like you
(A call crossing in the crowd)
Calling out loud with no respect
I’m not the one, just another reject
I’m the voice you affect I’ll lose and protect
I saw your up against the great America we’ll rise again
Now if this is the time(I see a place, we’re nowhere)
Burning the flag (Another generation)
Everyone see (You’re in the wrong, no future)
Down with the mass (You better listen now)
Well because we're doing fine
And we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine
Cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
Cause we'll be just fine
And we won't be bought and sold
Just like you
May I have your attention please…
I pledge allegiance to the underclass as your hero at large.
1..2..3..4
We’re the saints of degeneration
We don’t owe anyone an explanation
F**k the the leaders
We don’t need this
We’re the leaders of disarray
Well because we're doing fine
And we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine
Cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
Cause we'll be just fine
And we won't be bought and sold
Just like you
March Of The Dogs
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Underclass,
The presedent of the United States of America,
Is Dead!
I dont belive in the politics,
The chosen fools and hypocrits,
We walk a line that stretched so fine,
It's death or glory having time?
And here we go,
I guess the resolution,
No-one knows,
Who'll lead this revolution now,
attention grows,
the way to a conclusion,
It's too late their's no time,
All for none, never was two, three, four
March of the dogs,
to a beat of dissolution
sworn under god,
breeding panic and confusion,
the white flag is down,
send in the clows,
the carnival of sins is nowhere to begin,
It may be i'm a pessimist,
but i say we need an exorcist,
the root of all evil standing tall,
under god and above us all,
And here we go,
Im getting desperation,
all we know,
confusion and frustration,
ditch your clothes,
no vision of salvation
It's too late their's no time,
All for none, never was two, three, four
March of the dogs,
to a beat of dissolution
sworn under god,
breeding panic and confusion,
the white flag is down,
send in the clows,
the carnival of sins is nowhere to begin,
hey! hey! hey! hey!
A-one, two, three, four
Another president dead,
because they blew off his head,
no more kids to be led,
yes to heaven he fled,
was it something he said,
cause of who's in he bed,
by who will we be led?
by whose hand will we be fed?
all the lies by the lying liars who said
we'll be fine,
its ok,
hey look mum no ....
О_о..а что делать если у мну все их песенки любимые?
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