KillRadio - Raised On Whipped Cream

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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]

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    Loser

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    You got away cos I’ma win

    You got away (x3)

    See I’m a win, I’m a win

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    We won’t leave till our job is done
    We will not be the losers
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    Miłość

    Jezu, to znowu się stało
    Zakochałem się
    Aż mnie cos zabolało
    Tylko, z daleka jej ciało
    A sam widok
    To dla mnie za mało
    Ona, uśmiecha się do mnie
    Ale czy myśli o mnie

    Ref.:
    Kocham Cię moimi myślami
    Całymi dniami, i nocami
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    Rzeczywistość

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    Masz przyjaciół krąg, a oni patrzą wciąż.

    Rzeczywistość taka właśnie jest,
    Rzeczywistość nie uciekniesz jej.

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    So, time is waiting
    now overload
    see weeping eyes
    left me alone

    Angels crying
    Back to the war
    Angels dying
    resting (?) their fall

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    this future is not what you wished it to be
    cause everyday seems the same
    to the whole mankind

    So why you keep on standing on these fields
    all your life
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    Be

    On a painted Sky
    where the Clouds are hung
    for the poet s eye
    you may find him
    if you may find him
    There
    on a distant shore
    by the wings of dreams
    through an open door
    you may know him
    if you may
    Be
    as a page that aches for a word
    which speaks on a theme
    that is timeless
    and the one god...