on the telephone line Just talking about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines And traces on the ground Oh I've seen fire and I've seen rain
번역: 혈액 땀과 눈물. 화재와 비.
element to autopse First I'll assasinate 'em And them I'll cremate them And take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em Or creep through the graveyard and
's the price of this fame Under attack, my destiny to be a soldier through rain I flow, I flow like water, like water And my desire like fire, like fire
and more and more I want more We need more I want more God damn it I'm back to demand we get more Give me more I want more and more and more [Verse
bees and birds IN WAR/ and the freeks and nerds IN WAR/ and the straight and curves IN WAR/ forward and reverse IN WAR/ RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED
is a secret Zeppelin whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations. Bullhorn: Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire
be posted up at the crack spots (All day) Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain In the blood, sweat and tears, from the years in the game
a b-o-s-s-m-a-n I'm a hundred, cold blooded rain snow thunder no summer, heater oven, heat'em like I does it No fronter no stunner realest as they come and
and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR Cause man will jump out a swerving car Now bees and birds IN WAR And the freaks and nerds IN WAR And the straight and
lies, you lied every night. And your sugar and spice, and everything nice. You got Monroe hips, your poison lips and knives. And your sugar and spice, and everything. Open wounds and
Yo, I'm only fightin for what a brother deserve Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve Blood, sweat and tears for years yo I'm fed up blown
I'll assasinate em And them I'll cremate them and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
lies, you lied every night. And your sugar and spice, and everything nice. You got monroe hips, your poison lips and knives. And your sugar and spice, and everything. Open wounds and
BK) I be posted up at the crack spots (all day) Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain In the blood, sweat & tears, from the years in the game
vehicle arms, petrol and blood at last dripping together but quick flashes of a planned lunch, cold red beef and a cherry wood fire, game pie and
