Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs Here we go They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble
Well, today is the 15th and you know what that means Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures See if I can bring myself to the brink of giving
Boze, cos Polske ... Boze! cos Polske przez tak liczne wieki Otaczal blaskiem potegi i chwaly, I tarcza Twojej wszechmocnej opieki Od nieszczesc, ktore
The beltway around Des Moines Completed in record time Dedicated anniversary Of four lanes crossing our state line Hot sun all day Brightens local water
We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours already
You over-run my country, with your blood and steel Never thought to ask us, how it made us feel Cutting down our people, we never had no hope We stood
I'm not too wise but just try to call me stupid my morals are pretty low, but just try to tell me so my trap never shuts but just try to say I'm talking
Potato 2, potato 3, potato 4 5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, more Better run and hide if they're searching for you Can you get home without them catching
Matko Boska, Maryjo Najsliczniejsza lilijo (repeats all the time)
If you just take my sense of freedom If you just take away my home You can't ever hope to win me This I'll tell you for sure There is strength in the
sometimes i like to sit at home with a can of chrome polish put a little of the polish on a cloth then rub it back and forth across the chrome ya know
Polen, reverberacion Polen, fascinacion Polen, estado neutro Polen, que acudes al centro Polen, prolonga mi vida Polen, para toda la vida Polen, huidiza
((Deutschland, Februar '92: der arbeitslose schustergeselle rene geht bewaffnet und im schwarzen kampfanzug über die polnische grenze...)) du bist
(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes) Coming out of Lead guitar and drums Rest of the band comes Heavy Said come on baby Oh God, oh shit Black and white, yeah
Altered States of America in water cooler Warfare with an unseen enemy Heat flashes on the job, it's back to the water cooler Drinking more and more at
Back in 1940 My Grandfather died Fightin' in a spitfire Over at Kent countryside Since then my country never really got back off its knees Uncle Joe
Words & Music by Ed Bruce The lashes that she bats Above those big blue eyes are real The nails she scratches my back with are hers She's soft and warm
