Driller Killer все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Iґm whatґs left of life, about to fill you up
You had your reasons to put me out
And you will never stop
AS the slaughtered one, you have to do me good
Might be contagious, make you sick
Just like I should...

Slice me, dice me, to me itґs all the same

Weґre the ugly people, the ones that wonґt be cloned
We got too many defects, theyґll leave us alone
Wherever thereґs masters, there will be slaves
Nothingґs changed except the caves

Weґre the no good people, The ones that canґt afford
To travel out of misery And to be blessed by your lord
Weґre the so called people, or so it used to be