Tytuł: Rockapella

• Wykonawca: Swollen Members
• Wyświetleń: 241

As ten thousand maniacs emerge form an oasis that's everclear
    My soundgarden was invented to blind melons and smash pumpkins
    How could a whole nation of crash test dummies hope to release the grapes
    of wrath
    On the day of Sabbath knowing it'll be black
    Especially when they might be giants and they take to the air with stone
    temple pilots
    I'm in a parachute club with the motley crew
    My b-52, fires nine inch nails
    Radiohead, I cause phonetic quiet riots
    My tragically hip fight with the spirit of the west
    Society's no fucking use to where white zombies have nofx
    Now cowboys are turning into junkies
    Hanging themselves with lasso's, singing blues about rodeo's that once
    stood true
    Have no time to fight with those fools
    Alice's in chains and cold hearted iron maidens claim the have the ministry
    of sound for U2
    While everyone's raging against the machines
    Their watching us on satellites form Georgia
    But there's more in my set than Atlantis and it won't crash into Vegas
    cause my man smith has the arrow
    The moral to this peril is Hades have no fury and mc's scorn
    And I would continue this verse but nothing rhymes with orange!!