Swimmin’ in s... I’ve got all on command
Always, everywhere I’ve got something to do,
The screams of blockheads – almost shootin’ the dead
Oh! What’s the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we’re a mob
Followin’ the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big problem we’ve got – can we dream or not?
His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo
His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle – array
Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall
Notorious fool – automatic uniform
He knows so little, but here he’s the law
He didn’t make efforts to get on my nerves
I hate his laughter, it isn’t sincere
He reacts to command – an animal intellect.
They talk about it and try to frighten
They talk about that – delude by rewards
My carrion will fill up this empty place
I’ll stay unknown – driven into concrete.
I’m a shooter and a target, I’m a hero – killer.
If I kill more I’ll get a monument
I’ll die with desire, I got their word:
Fire will burn over my head!
Barmy Army, Dead Army, Barmy Army, Shadows Army.[1]
1. |
http://acid-drinkers.com/index.php/nowosci/item/91-are-you-a-rebel-teksty |
2. |
https://online.zaiks.org.pl/utwory-muzyczne/21680 |
