Текст песни Holy Mother - The Rage
Holy Mother - The Rage слова песни
Say, hail the leader with the maskLet`s say we put him to the test Somehow he doesn`t like the soundHe`ll dig his heels into the groundTo think that he`s the seventh wonderMoving mountains with the thunderAll the lies he tries to coverMoney talks, where is the loveAnd the land that falls beneath himto apologize-beneath himWatch a crowd of many tease himRun in circles to appease himIt`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage!Rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage!A little freedom for us allToo many guns, too many taxToo many mobs pursue the waksToo many cops push you aroundThe lunatic has come unwoundI think his tie is a little too tightWe gotta teach the man his wrong from his rightYa gotta, ya gotta, ya gottaIt`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage!Rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage!And the lunatic has come unwoundA little freedom erases the hate of us allIt`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage!Rage of disorder, rage of disorderRage!...Rage! Guns, guns, guns are spreading diseaseSex is survival, survival to meHe`s lying to you, yea he`s lying, he`s lying