Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jaws 3, People 0, artist - A Wilhelm Scream. Album song Career Suicide, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nitro
Song language: English
Jaws 3, People 0 |
Let’s get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here! |
Let’s get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here! |
Let’s get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here! |
Don’t test the captain’s validity or his vulnerability |
I’ve seen the necks unnaturally twisted, craned to stars in the sky |
I’ve felt the chill upend the happiness of idiots in minutes |
They clutch their jewelry tight and say «How lucky am I?» |
And like a drunk spills Boone’s on his varsity letter |
Can we forgive a ship of fools for what they don’t know better? |
I guess not |
«Man, I hope he’ll piss himself.» |
Analyze this room |
Grab that mop and broom and clean it up |
Man, I hope he shits himself |
When the rest of the shipwrecked long drowned in their graves make |
A claim on the souls of the heartless fakes |
«Please help, my party flew away with the ocean mist |
I narrowly escaped to the roof.» |
But when the Night Rangers found me, dead, but for my liver |
And said «Don't tell me you love me», abhorrent and deliberate |
How we ruined the day’s remains |
Sinful |
A hero’s humility is a foolish amenity |
Cups of coffee speed the heartbeats of the soonest to die |
I saw the first blood in the water, someone’s mother or daughter |
I wait for troutman, give me clearance for this chopper to fly |
Cause they were jumping off the backs of only sons |
Offering up light snacks of younger ones |
«Well, how fast could our legs run?» |
Let’s get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here |
The weak are screaming for the captain but the captain ain’t here |
How we ruined the day’s remains, sinful |
The bodies splashed like paint |
To see so many scattered cockroaches running from the light |
Oh, when I saw them floating out to the river |
The cold inside my stomach was a hunger to me |
And if the devil makes a mess of all the raw meat |
Let him be |
Oh, how my captain sailed it straight up the middle |
But the crooked lines are quicker when you’re snorting them in |
Because if the devil’s at your door, you leave it open |
Let him in |