Текст (слова) песни: machines of loving grace - Weatherman
Get off the streets and rise from the pressure And burst out laughing, get off Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it`s going to explode you see Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it`s all wired, it`s all wired Weatherman, think it over You`ve got a moment`s respite Weatherman, get it over Infiltrate your inside There was a film, there was a nightmare Cielo Drive up on the right there Some people say the weather`s no different >From what we had yesterday But there`s a house on the hill Where the children all kill their playthings And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it`s going to explode you see Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it`s all wired, it`s all wired Weatherman, you get it over We penetrate your disguise Weatherman, get it over Twist the fork in her spine Bleed kid, get off the street kid Weatherman, you`re taking over Weatherman, get it over
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