in the window I better give myself a talking to I better work out what I'm going to do Maybe get myself a wife Better get myself a life Instead of these post nuclear
a promanade etch on a post card: how I dearly wish I was not here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb come, come nuclear bomb! Everyday
individuality and say that it's all in my mind I won't live my life over and over again 'cause baby I was born to die and I know what I'm doing is right post
the bitches beggin fo' more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store Metaphor like nuclear
food chain teeth yielding pain I sense that living human beings dwell below my feet an important source of protein, you are what you eat post Armageddon, neo-barbaric, the nuclear
esta lengua porque doy lectura a escritura salmos de una fase oscura, otros discos que encontramos no decian nada, en sus libros eran basura post-nuclear
Voce all'ultima fila ... Siamo qui per lo spettacolo ... Il giudice e' gia' al suo posto ... Parole liquide. E' davvero qui dove si arriva, punto di
No matter what we say/what we do, they disrespect us Chemical warfare, poison is in the food Contaminated water, diseases stored in test tubes Nuclear
re livin' proof that crime does pay Your life is dangerous and reckless You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast You're a titan of the nuclear age Your
a button could destroy the world [Chorus X2] It's a overkill, no escapin this we raping this homie It's a overkill, expose to nuclear radiation It's
[Ill Bill] They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-
golden chains And bloody arena combat games Exotic grisly executions Are weekend party institutions [Chorus:] Nuclear castastrophe Armageddon World War III The end of the world but not for me It's my post
t seem to find him Track down whatever you can in the mist In this case, it's strictly the hand of a fist So (What?), keep your eyes peeled, post and
Disciple] Yeah, yeah, the revenge of the saga Ghetto apostles General Grym, Sargeant Shabazz Lieutenant Bless, Captain Freestyle Repport to your post
(feat. Aesop Rock) [Intro: (Woman)] Poems for post modern decay [Zion] Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain microwave the brain, the babies
livin' proof that crime does pay Your life is dangerous and reckless You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast You're a titan of the nuclear age Your
He tried to French kiss her yo, that's my man twin sister Swung on him, but he threw the toast in my ear I should have known he had people posted in
a promenade Etch on a post card How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town That they forgot to bomb Come, come nuclear bomb Everyday is like