Testi:
Sick Of It All The Innocent

With patronizing smiles you move on, and on An agenda all your own While the pain and scorn Are yours and yours alone to stop It's been said all before

With patronizing smiles you move on, and on An agenda all your own While the pain and scorn Are yours and yours alone to stop It's been said all before

all like, childhood, reminisceful songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it

family inserts the dagger and twisted It's a carnival Have you any sweets for my weary kin? It's a carnival Have you any feed for my cheery grin? It's

all the people on the street are on fire they're fucking sick and tired of you we've heard it all before give us your tired, your weak and your poor

plam trees Sick with it, spit lyrics that grip spirits Made of art, fuck a turn it to posion cause the kids hear it [Hook]

Cause it sickens me that I?m the only one, who was thinking how it would be. I know that this is how we want to be, so innocent in all the things, and

a doubt. Oh, my God, I've got to get out! Look at this-The way one lie begets another Somebody wake me up and say It's all a dream! (Look at this!) Look

, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those