Текст песни
my guitar like a kalashnikov
it s my weapon of choice
In the myth of defeat, i m cursing an ointment
Get the fuck away, is the beginning of war, come in we re closed
Is the beginning of war, and if i m gonna raise my voice
My fingerprints in mass production, a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
everbody follow me
I m cursing an ointment, my bass-drum like a bazooka WE'RE, pick up youre artillery
My fingerprints in mass production, i don t knoe where i m going, my guitar like a kalashnikov
I don t knoe where i m going, i faking the highlights, i faking the highlights
My bass-drum like a bazooka, my guitar like a kalashnikov
My bass-drum like a bazooka, a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
My guitar like a kalashnikov, my fingerprints in mass production
is the beginning of war
it s my weapon of choice
is the beginning of war
Everbody follow me, pick up youre artillery OPEN, i don t knoe where i m going
a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
Pick up youre artillery, come in we re closed SORRY, is the beginning of war
My guitar like a kalashnikov, sorry we re open SORRY, having nothing to say
Having nothing to say, everbody follow me
My guitar like a kalashnikov, it was great talking to you, it s my weapon of choice
I m warming the raclette oven, and if i m gonna crack my voice
Every flatulence an opera, i wouldn t want you to come with me
It s my weapon of choice, i faking the highlights, come in we re closed
And if i m gonna crack my voice, is the beginning of war, the end of entertaiment
i don t knoe where i m going
But now that that s been said, and if i m gonna crack my voice WE'RE, get the fuck away
My guitar like a kalashnikov, and if i m gonna crack my voice, the end of entertaiment
everbody follow me
a public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
It s my weapon of choice, pick up youre artillery WE'RE, everbody follow me
If i knew where i was going, i m warming the raclette oven
Is the beginning of war, get the fuck away
it was great talking to you
come in we re closed
my guitar like a kalashnikov
Pick up youre artillery, every drop of sweat an elegy
And if i m gonna crack my voice, everbody follow me, i faking the highlights