Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Nomenaland
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we`re dropplng bombs down on the kidsthey can`t eat bombs and we know thisbut we`re doing what we`re toldwe`re flying around in strategic bomberswith an afterburner straight to hellwhere napalms burning love that smellmy little girl she sits at hornewith my last letter all aloneshe stops to read closes her eyesand then she criesmy daddy told me he was proudmy mummy`s praying but not too loudI wonder if the lord will get the massage clearoh mummy be shure i`ll come backin a wodden box all painted blacka bullet between the eyes is all what`s left for youseven times I`ve asked my head but all I`ve got isnomansland...nomansland...mittelteiland if those generals sa y: don`t worrysame old assholes same old story and it`s not true...