Underground_Network
January 11th, 2009, 11:48 AM
The sunny days will fade away
That's what I was told one day,
So I packed my bags
And headed to hell
But it all burned away before I could say...
One, two, three the world is on fire
Four, five, six you can fuck your desires
Seven, eight, nine things won't be fine
Ten, eleven, twelve we gotta save ourselves!
We gotta get the fuck out
And save humanity
We gotta get the fuck out
Or we're all gonna die.
We gotta run
We gotta run
We gotta run
Till we can't no more
Till our legs give out
And we bleed through the floor...
Because the sunny days will fade away
In minutes, hours, or days
It doesn't matter to me...
I just want to be free
I want peace, life, liberty...
And I just have to say that...
One, two, three the world is on fire
Four, five, six you can fuck your desires
Seven, eight, nine things won't be fine
Ten, eleven, twelve we gotta save ourselves!
Oh we gotta get the fuck out
Before everyone dies
We gotta get the fuck out
Or the blood will rise!
We gotta run
We gotta run
We gotta run
Till we can't no more...
Till our legs give out
And we bleed through the floor!
Because we have
One, two, three more hours to breathe,
Four, five, six maybe more things to say,
Seven, eight, nine more words till it ends,
Ten, eleven, twelve our time is up my friends...
That's what I was told one day,
So I packed my bags
And headed to hell
But it all burned away before I could say...
One, two, three the world is on fire
Four, five, six you can fuck your desires
Seven, eight, nine things won't be fine
Ten, eleven, twelve we gotta save ourselves!
We gotta get the fuck out
And save humanity
We gotta get the fuck out
Or we're all gonna die.
We gotta run
We gotta run
We gotta run
Till we can't no more
Till our legs give out
And we bleed through the floor...
Because the sunny days will fade away
In minutes, hours, or days
It doesn't matter to me...
I just want to be free
I want peace, life, liberty...
And I just have to say that...
One, two, three the world is on fire
Four, five, six you can fuck your desires
Seven, eight, nine things won't be fine
Ten, eleven, twelve we gotta save ourselves!
Oh we gotta get the fuck out
Before everyone dies
We gotta get the fuck out
Or the blood will rise!
We gotta run
We gotta run
We gotta run
Till we can't no more...
Till our legs give out
And we bleed through the floor!
Because we have
One, two, three more hours to breathe,
Four, five, six maybe more things to say,
Seven, eight, nine more words till it ends,
Ten, eleven, twelve our time is up my friends...