KillRadio - Raised On Whipped Cream

Tekst :

Politicians wasted our money for too long,
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They re all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably was an old lady.
Where s my favorite rockstars?
They both shot themselves to death.
Well where the fuck s my daddy? Followed in the same footsteps.

So Where will we turn when we fall down?
Where will we turn when we fall?
[x4]

I can t trust the president, or anything that he says,
I can t even trust my own mother,
they were both raised the same way.
Well, what you gonna do, when they come knocking on your door?
Will you really pull that trigger or go run for shelter?

Where will we turn when we fall down?
Where will we turn when we fall?
[x4]

KillRadio - Where Go We

Tekst :

Don t run us off the road,
We d just like ourselves a lane
We ve got nothing to lose,
cause our race is not in vain

So treat us like a dog
because we eat from your floor
We ll take care of ourselves
Cause you re taking care of yours

We raise a new flag as we dance on your street
we may be your children, but we wont stay in our seat
Where go we, it s unknown
Where go we, it s unwritten
Where go we, come what may
But how much can it hurt to stop and think

We re the pulse of the fire
throwing gas back on the pyre
watch those flames crach right back with their attitudes to inspire
we re the slaves to the grind, in the belly of the beast
gotta eat your way out now, if you, if you want to succeed

we clear a new path so we can share this view
we may be your children but we wont wear your costume
Where go we, it s unknown
Where go we, it s unwritten
Where go we, come what may
but how much can it hurt to stop and think

Cause i don t mind a little dose of pain
We raise a new flag so we can share this view

Where go we, it unknown
Where go we, it s unwritten
Where go we, come what may
but how much can it hurt to stop and think

it unknown, where go we
it unwritten, where go we come what may
but how much time does it need to take
cause i don t mind a little does of pain
and how much can it hurt to stop and think.

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  • Good American
  • Pull out
  • Penis Envy
  • Classroom Blues
  • Scavenger
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