letra de rockets - u.s. bombs
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look out from your tv
magazines you read
it’s a paranoia
nice new house ya need
taught in school with a broken rule
teach ya bout the money pit
recluse in wealthy pools
drowning me quick
your fantasy’s, your gonna sink
the rocket ship is on the brink
dreaming about your hippie hit
parader magazines
a waste in time, your killing mine
you call this a free country
free to be a b-m industry
suburban greed
you want everything
bourgeoisie is gonna rot
stuffed inside a sn-b
bored with the people here
a plastic bubble there
letras aleatórias
- letra de alibi - lawrence
- letra de bala - andy & kouros
- letra de stone god - nyxborn
- letra de someone's - the sisterhood band
- letra de difference - blackout problems
- letra de what's the wifi? - bad grammar
- letra de different story - dance! no thanks
- letra de symphony - joe moore
- letra de entity - merlin babaji
- letra de tang 'em up - miracle whip