Текст песни ABC - Bite The Hand
ABC - Bite The Hand слова песни
With a little faith we could raise the landWith a little hope we could move as plannedWith a little faith we could raise the landWith a little hope we could move as plannedFarm the ghetto up,Feed the famine down with our nose to the grindstoneEar to the groundFind a steady job,Build a happy homeFarm a steady crop,Then depose the throneWe could irrigate thirst quenching lake,Make a fertile placeThus the desert spake...Spill the feathers up,Slash the silk might as well stop booHooing over all that spilt milk,Empty trap, screaming eye,Seething lip, stop wonderingWhy butter mountains here.Better motivate its getting late,Assassinate the grain, co co co co commotionBefore a global war,Wed better bridge the oceanJust like an open wound thatForever bleeds just like an open plainIn scattered seeds or the foolish manBelieving all he reads,He begs, he pleads.