Текст (слова) песни: Aztlan Underground - Killing Season

[Chorus]

[Verse One]
Death is becoming a way of life
It`s a killing season and the sun shines bright
The air you`re breathin` is getting hot
I guess you better stop
It`s the summertime and young bodies begin to drop
From pops of glocks
Blood drips and bodies rot
Caught in the crossfire look for cover
You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another
Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother
It`s okay mom cuz your baby didn`t suffer
Your baby didn`t suffer, your baby didn`t suffer
Darkness is closing in
Another 3 year old soul checks out with no sin
It`s a shame when you think of what might have been
Life wasn`t like this way back when
When I was a kid I used to stroll down the street
Like the world was my place to play and at my feet
But now for my child this time has long passed
It`s a new season and the role has been cast

[Chorus] 2x

[Verse Two]
It`s hot as hell and he`s sick of this shit
His blood is boiling and his head is ready to split
Cuz he`s a un-natural born killa
Made from everything un-natural
A blood spilla
Now, you can see him and his victim
On the news at 5 o`clock
Exploited by the networks
"Hey kid, you hit the top"
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
The bodies rot, the bodies rot
I gather gray matter
Makes an ugly mess
On the concrete the same as the bullet to the chest
Stress to the brain and they took their best shot
Homicide for pride the baby died, stop
Back to the fetal position
A bullet in the brain creates this condition
Curled up into a little small ball
I cry like a baby for a child so small

[Chorus] 2x

[Verse Three]
Death to a 3 year old nino brings forever sleep
This we live with and this we keep
Hidden away, but this is the land of the free and home of the brave
And someone has to pay
So put a little face to that name
Look into his eyes and pray for the rain
Here him laugh, hear him cry
Hear him calling in your suenos asking you why?
A child`s reflection in his own blood
Shots are loud but small bodies make a small thud
Bullets realizing their full potential to do damage
Sizing, paralyzing, leaving mothers left to manage
A paraplegic how surrealistic is the music coming from
An ice cream truck that`s too quick
For the little feet of a 3 year old soul
It makes me sick
I`m watching the life flow out of a child`s body slowly
Now will you please save a stray bullet for me
Cuz if life is living to see
The death of our children then I don`t wish to be
Human

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Aztlan Underground - Killing Season [Chorus] [Verse One] Death is becoming a way of life It`s a killing season and the sun shines bright The air you`re breathin` is getting hot I guess you better stop It`s the summertime and young bodies begin to drop From pops of glocks Blood drips and bodies rot Caught in the crossfire look for cover You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother It`s okay mom cuz your baby didn`t suffer Your baby didn`t suffer, your baby didn`t suffer Darkness is closing in Another 3 year old soul checks out with no sin It`s a shame when you think of what might have been Life wasn`t like this way back when When I was a kid I used to stroll down the street Like the world was my place to play and at my feet But now for my child this time has long passed It`s a new season and the role has been cast [Chorus] 2x [Verse Two] It`s hot as hell and he`s sick of this shit His blood is boiling and his head is ready to split Cuz he`s a un-natural born killa Made from everything un-natural A blood spilla Now, you can see him and his victim On the news at 5 o`clock Exploited by the networks "Hey kid, you hit the top" From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot The bodies rot, the bodies rot I gather gray matter Makes an ugly mess On the concrete the same as the bullet to the chest Stress to the brain and they took their best shot Homicide for pride the baby died, stop Back to the fetal position A bullet in the brain creates this condition Curled up into a little small ball I cry like a baby for a child so small [Chorus] 2x [Verse Three] Death to a 3 year old nino brings forever sleep This we live with and this we keep Hidden away, but this is the land of the free and home of the brave And someone has to pay So put a little face to that name Look into his eyes and pray for the rain Here him laugh, hear him cry Hear him calling in your suenos asking you why? A child`s reflection in his own blood Shots are loud but small bodies make a small thud Bullets realizing their full potential to do damage Sizing, paralyzing, leaving mothers left to manage A paraplegic how surrealistic is the music coming from An ice cream truck that`s too quick For the little feet of a 3 year old soul It makes me sick I`m watching the life flow out of a child`s body slowly Now will you please save a stray bullet for me Cuz if life is living to see The death of our children then I don`t wish to be Human Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Killing Season: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/8297.html Все тексты песен: Aztlan Underground » Aztlan Underground - War Flowers » Aztlan Underground - Killing Season » Aztlan Underground - Decolonize » Aztlan Underground - Obsolete Man » Aztlan Underground - Lyrical Drive-By » Aztlan Underground - Nahui Ollin » Aztlan Underground - Blood on Your Hands » Aztlan Underground - Lemon Pledge » Aztlan Underground - Ik Otik » Aztlan Underground - They Move in Silence » Aztlan Underground - Reality Check » Aztlan Underground - Revolution » Aztlan Underground - Sub-Verses » Aztlan Underground - No Soy Animal » Aztlan Underground - How to Catch a Bullet » Aztlan Underground - Preachers of the Blind State » Aztlan Underground - obsolete man \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Жаров - Мыкаюсь по свету » Геннадий Васильев - Наброски автобиографии » Григорий Бронштейн - Жестом лихим... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Кого-то еще » Гайк Мкртчян - Видно, болен я собою... » Григорий Дикштейн - Случайный докладчик » Гости из Будущего - Метко » Горячие головы - Бананылопалабомба » Григорий Лепс - Не печалься, девочка моя » Г.Сукачев - А я милого... » Гарин Юрий - Ветхий романс » Геннадий Васильев - Шерше ля фам! » Георгий Лепский - Московская осень » Георгий Дубенецкий - Размышления одинокого мужчины в иноземной гостинице накануне 8 марта » Геннадий Васильев - Всё б ничего, да кот на печи холод почуял, жмется к теплу... » Георгий Васильев - Мне подняли зарплату » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Вечная весна » Геннадий Сергиенко - Полюбила меня негритянка » Глюк`oza - Ля-мур » Гости из Будущего - Дождик
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