Blues Run The Game

Famous Blue Raincoat

إلى ياسمين أكرم: الجميلة القاطنة في كامب شيزار
يوماً ما سنلتقي.

When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of this town
And so you learn the only way to go is underground
When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of your room
And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as we're crossing border after border
We realize that difference is none
It's underdogs who, and if you want it
You always have to make your own fun

And as the upperdog leisurely sighing
The local cultures are dying and dying
The programmed robots are buying and buying
And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies
And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know

Just like their meanings they lay between the lines
Between the borders their real countries hide
The strategigo's saw their advertise
Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!

And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own 
Серебряные зайцы водят хоровод!

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!

Серебряные зайцы там водят хоровод!

Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!


Gogol Bordello, Through The Roof 'n' Underground

Wir lassen los die schwere Last

Days N Daze - Fuck It Live

Leave me dying,  
Falling ash that floats in silence.      
Frozen, fading,  
Snow will drown the earth.  
Darkness takes hold -
Of us all.  
There’s no chance.

Hold me closer,  
Shadows glide through hollow rivers.  
Lonely people,  
Time will steal the truth.  
Darkness grows deep -  
Through us all.  
Broken light.

   When shadows rise and spread,  
   Bacardi fuels my dread,
   Haunted silence,  
   Bacardi.
   Tainted guidance.
   Bacardi.

Drink my, friend.
To the end.  
Glass is gone.  
Done.
Drink my, friend.  
To the end.  
Glass is gone.  
Done.
Glass is gone.  
Done.

Bacardi

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Creep

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Kentucky Pill

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