начало тут http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/alexandre75/post177209843/



Mr. Slowdeath
How it works

Highlight lyrics you want to quote as your Facebook status then click the ‘Post’ button.

Click the blue lyrics to see the meaning of Butcher Babies ‘Mr. Slow Death’ lyrics.

Highlight lyrics and click ‘Explain’ to add meanings, or ‘Edit’ to suggest a correction and earn points.
Click & drag to select lyrics
Lyrics selection example
Send Mr. Slow Death ringtone to your cell

Go
All that glitters
Is not, was not
But now lies face down on a street paved in gold
Different names and different games but the same old soul
Once, twice, three times sold

Three times sold

All that mattered
Is not, was not
Steel toes crush dreams on a street paved in gold
You can cover your face but you can't erase all the lies you told
When you were once, twice, three times sold

Needle in my arm
Finger in my vein
Give me something to kill the pain
Needle in my arm
Finger in my vein
Give me something to kill the pain

Hey Mr. Slowdeath you're not coming back for me
Take it or leave it you're not coming back for me
Hey Mr. Slowdeath you're not coming back for me
Take it or leave it, you're not coming back for

Take it or leave it, you're not coming back, back, back
For me

Needle in my arm
Finger in my vein
Give me something to kill the pain
Needle in my arm
Finger in my vein
Give me something to kill the pain



Jesus Needs More Babies for His War Machine


We've done a lot and think of just beneath the skin. White men in black suits, they say that it's a sin. Don't look inside me, makes me your whore. You think you know that cause of what you heard before.

Fresh as a weapon, split at the seam. Maybe you'll care real for your American dream.

Jesus needs more babies for his little war machine.

So allegience, doesn't mean we're free. Still got a lot of choices, all just make believe. Got to savior, wanted to kill. I'll skip plenty of things that make you live.

Fresh as a weapon, split at the seam. Maybe you'll care real for your American dream.

Jesus needs more babies for his little war machine.

One more shot.

Have you seen my boy Jack, I don't think he's comin back. Have you seen my boy Jack, I don't think he'll ever come back. Have you seen my boy Jack, I don't think he's comin back. Have you seen my boy Jack, I don't think he's comin back.

Let's go. Fight for your fathers, fight for the sins. White men in black suits are glowing at your sins.

Fresh as a weapon, split at the seam. Maybe you'll care real for your American dream.

Jesus needs more babies for his little war machine.