of the times Give me the beat boys And free my soul I wanna get lost In your rock and roll Let the machines come Elec-ec-ectric shockin' me All machines
you could press on the luck machine if there was a place for wounds to heal if you were borne in the barbwire of your mother's womb if you were hungry
spot when it's time to rock I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts who wanna cipher, I get dumb word to my mother, the Father, the Holy
Only a palace with interior doors Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors Two windows let free this projector machine and the magical world here
to see the Holy city Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the mornin' comes And there's mothers crying all over the world
it's time to rock I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts Who wanna cipher I get dumb Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and
[Music: Vestergaard - lyrics: Frolund] Greatest species on Mother Earth were you and I I greeted hallucinations and you holy survived I seek meaning
it's time to rock I speak through a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts Who wanna cipher, I get dumb Word to my mother my father the holy ghost
law books till way in the night To be the world's greatest lawyer was his goal in life Gerald studied numbers he was like a machine Adding subtracting
got to see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world
your yawning conscious and your lawyer?s smile It?s an occupied country, foaming at the mouth No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud It?s a military mother
conscience and your voyeur smile It?s an occupied country foaming at the mouth It?s a smoking gun no mushroom cloud It?s a military mother with a boy
your yawning conscious and your lawyers smile It?s an occupied country foaming at the mouth It?s no smoking gun, no mushroom cloud It?s a military mother
's a lawyer's smile. It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth. It's a smoking gun and a mushroom cloud. It's a military mother with a boy in hell
I need a terrorist chick taking care of this dick Ain't nothing superficial like marriage and shit A truly holy matrimony, she my homie I forget about this evil world
To see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun and his mother cries When the morning comes And there's mother's crying all over the world
