Текст песни Miss Black America - Car Crash For A Soul
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Skilled, professional teams have created,In magnificent sweatshops,This gold-plated plastic gangsterWith a car crash for a soulKeep the motor runningLet the good times rollOn over the precipiceMy life came flat-packedInside, it`s falling to piecesBut the surface remains intactAt the drive-in with a car crash for a soulYou call this a party?It feels like a funeralAnd we thought we`d died aloneThese braindead functions never felt like funAnd now`s the time for us to say,"If we`re gonna crash, they`re gonna pay"Yeah, yeahTonight we shine so brightTonight we kill the lightOur star is risingYours is fallingShopping`s just like sex in pornos:Urgent and joyless"I`m so modern everything is pointless"With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soulThere`s no big "FUCK YOU"We just lost all self-controlAnd we thought we`d died aloneThese branded boxes never felt like homeAnd now`s the time for us to say,"If they`re gonna screw these corpses, they`re gonna pay"Yeah, yeahTonight we shine so brightTonight we kill the lightOur star is risingYours is falling