Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Generation Got Its Own Disease
Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Generation Got Its Own Disease слова песни
The more we take the less we giveThats the modern way to liveAnd someone says live fast die youngBut the time runs always faster sonDiseases come diseases goWelcome to the final showLets shake hands with plastic glovesAnd watch out for the last white dovesAnd believe me every generationGot its own diseaseAnd Ive got mine so help us pleseI think that Im to young to dieLove that girl and say goodbyeChange the girls like underwareUsing bodies without careThe love has gone and what weve got? A sweet perfume of sex and bloodAnd believe me, babyEvery generation got its own diseaseAnd Ive got mineSo help me please