歌词
"It's not like you can just kill me."
"Actually, it's a lot like that."
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who, who, who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad
Fire
Wanna, wanna be the man
Doin' everything ya can
Play it like ya really bad
Tired
Can I interest you in nothin'?
Will you buy my disease?
You can take what you want
You can have what you need
Can I interest you in nothing?
Ya, I think you'll be pleased
If you're lookin' for war
Open the one, two, three
Door
Bleedin' like a stuck pig
Play it like you're really big
Bleedin' like a stuck pig
Don't matter
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please
You got blood on your hands
You got dirt on your knees
Can I offer you salvation?
Yeah, I think you'll agree
You're about to fall
About to fall
The battle, the war
The battle
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah
Napolean had less rage
Self-made mob
Ya need an institution
Yeah, ya need a full time cage
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Chaos feed the big man
He ain't going home
Ain't going home
"It's not like you can just kill me"
Disciple of chaos
A self-made man
Disciple of chaos
That's what I am
Disciple of chaos
The silent roar
Disciple of chaos
Open the one, two, three, war
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who, who, who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
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