Marilyn Manson The Fight Song текст песни, слова песни The Fight Song Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson - The Fight Song
the passion of everyday human events
and isolation is the oxygen mask
you make your children breath in to survive
and I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
and when we were good, you just close your eyes
...so now we are bad...we'll scar your mind
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
We'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
and say that death is on sale today
and when we were good, you just close your eyes
...so now we are bad...we'll scar your mind
and I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
and I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
and I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
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