Tekst :

If you could read my mind, you might slap my face.
If you could see inside my heart, you d see it s in the right place.

See, it s like bunnies in a Bramble, or honey bees in a hive.
Whenever I m beside you, that s my paradise.
Might be a twisted way of sayin , I ain t proud, an no offence,
But I been thinkin bout you, baby, in the future tense.

We ll take it slower than a broke-knee d turtle.
Yeah, we ll get tighter than your grandma s girdle.
Oh, I want you, I need you, an I ll never do you wrong.
If you re feelin what I m singin , baby: sing along.

Ain t no moonshine maker, ain t no man of the cloth.
Ain t no kangaroo lawyer, but I will get you off.
Cause anything worth doin s worth doin again,
An again, an again, an when,

We re dancin slower than a broke-knee d turtle.
Gettin tighter than your grandma s girdle.
Oh, I want you, I need you, an I ll never do you wrong.
If you re feelin what I m singin , baby: yeah, sing along.
Yeah.

I want you, I need you, an I ll never do you wrong.
If you re diggin what I m singin , baby: just jump on in an sing along.

Slower than a broke-knee d turtle.
Tighter than your grandma s girdle.
Don t say a word:
Mmm sing like a bird.

Don t say a word:
Yeah, sing like a bird.

Slower than a broke-knee d.
Tighter than your grandma s.
Yeah.

To Fade.

Bierz swój kwiat ruszaj w świat
spróbuj żyć bez wad i strat
forsę bierz paszport też
czego jeszcze tu chcesz

Tak nas dobrze, dobrze znasz
każdy głos i każdą twarz
ruszaj tam napisz nam
co porabia Wuj Sam

Wielki Brat...

Od rana snuję się bez celu, dokąd iść nie wiem
nie rozumiem już tego świata.
Ja wiem, zostało nas niewielu, ale wybacz
nie rozumiem i tak musi być.

I wiem potrafię niewiele, lecz umiem patrzeć
i widzę, jak piękny jest świat.
W tygodniu...

Here’s to you, I sing for my daddy-o
As I lay him down to sleep
It’s been so long, since I lost my daddy-o
Hope he’s watchin’ over me

Wednesday night is mornin’ now
As I’m walkin’ in the rain
The birds are screaming in my ear
Drivin’ me insane
Half...

In the mornin you go gunnin
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn t...

Here we go.

Hear the story now.

Hey, hey ya know what I am talking about.
Er hieß Charles Darwin, und sie nannten ihn nen Freak.
Keine Bibel, keine Offenbarung bremsten ihn ein,
Denn seine Haltung hielt.

Science and fiction...