the great machine The day they turned off the great machine The day they turned off the great machine The day they turned off the great machine Well
번역: 교회. 위대한 기계.
We wrote a prelude To our own fairy tale And bought a parachute At a church rummage sale And with a mean sewing machine And miles of thread We sewed
tell you about the farm, all my friends are in the barn Barn life, farmer's wife, don't you make me say it twice Sunny days, bale and hay, go to church
Bitch Where you at Rock, where you at [Answering Machine:] Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you
Lyrics by RMS Hreidmarr] We are the Sun We are the dead stars We are the black sky Invading your room We are the candle The only light We are the machines
regardless if I turn the light out That ain't right That ain't right Curse like a gat burst That ain't right Ride to church in a black hearse That
We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale. And bought a parachute at a church rummage sale And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread We sewed
water?s wide It?s deep and wide It?s down a long and windy road And everyone knows that a boy can?t swim it In narrow?s church The white walled church
We are the Sun We are the dead stars We are the black sky Invading your room We are the candle The only light We are the machines of the past Forever
me tell you about the farm All my friends are in the barn Barn Life, Farmers Wife Don't you make me say it twice Sunny days Bale and Hay Go to church
regardless if I turn the light out [A-Plus] That ain't right, that ain't right! Curse like a gat burst That ain't right Ride to church in a black hearse
many times on that old radiogram and so loud, that some of the speakers were crackling in the radiogram, completely distorted. And the valves were rattling in the machine
: Bitch Where you at Rock, where you at [Answering Machine:] Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are
