Текст песни Mushroomhead — Bwomp

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Got to get together
Got to get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer that dealt this hand.
I don't understand why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits is the big wigs.
They're using death as a diversion on capitol hill.
With their hand in the cookie jar, far from the blood spill.
They want more power, so they're trying to pass bills
To further exploit and contribute to the landfill.

Bleed for me!
I'll bleed for you!
Bleed for me!
I'll bleed for you!

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything.
What we leave behind,
What we can't afford to keep.
There's no sympathetic posturing,
There's no more true humanity.
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores!

Creepy crawly
Creepy crawly
Creepy crawly
Creepy crawly

Twist the 4-5 caps to get wrapped.
Tight slap the wax on the wheels to feel alright.
Find the flow, freak the funk like you're in heat.
Wrap the leaf, strike the blunt, now you're in deep.
We've got to get together
Got to get with the game plan.
To defeat the dealer that dealt this hand.
I don't understand why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits is the big wigs.
Mankind, unkind, always a fine line.
We've all got to die, but this time it's my time.
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right.
He destroys the world while we sleep at night.
Twist the 4-5 caps and understand
That if it was up to me, I'd free Charles Manson.
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right.
He destroys the world while we sleep at night

Throw it all away…

If it was up to me,
If it was up to me,
If it was up to me
I'd free Charles Manson.

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything.
What we leave behind,
What we can't afford to keep.
There's no sympathetic posturing,
There's no more true humanity.
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores…
From the whores…
From the, from the, from the whores…
Let's separate the users from the whores…
From the whores…
From, from, from whores.

Creepy crawl

What do we have to hope for?
Why do we even try?
Laughed at religion long ago.
I doubt I'll be an angel when I die!
When I die!
When I die!

Mankind, unkind, always a fine line.
We've all got to die, but this time it's my time.
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right.
He destroys the world while we sleep at night.
Twist the 4-5 caps and understand
That if it was up to me I'd free Charles Manson.
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world at night.

From the, from the, from the whores…
He destroys the world at night.
Let's separate the users from the whores…

Destroys the world.
From the whores…

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