Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The virus, artist - Beng Beng Cocktail.
Date of issue: 30.04.2011
Song language: English
The virus |
Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere |
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here |
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste |
I won’t be there to say I told you so |
I don’t care what you say, you’re to blame for the rest of the lame-brained |
zombies |
And the pain you only bring on yourself |
I don’t care what you say, you’re to blame for the innocence slaughtered |
everyday |
Shit always rises to the top when you’re swimming in filth |
I’m watching us dying everyday, raping soil, polluting water and the air |
And I just can’t stop thinking the end is near, we’ll have to pay |
I hope world will die in 2012, I won’t have to explain to my descendents |
Why no-one moved and saved the earth instead of doing wars and selling guns |
I’m sick of these lies and I’m sick of this place |
Apocalypse come and take our whole entire race |
With my finger on the trigger and the bullet on my mind |
May your death come sweet while we slip into decline |
So I’m walking through the dark cuz all these lights burned out |
And with just a little spark we’ll burn these cities to the ground |
As these cities burn down we’ll illuminate the sky |
As I take my final breath you still wonder why we all die |
Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere |
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here |
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste |
I won’t be there to say I told you so |
So choke the youth of today with the elders' problems, ignorance and mistakes |
Cause the world that we’re living in ain’t so innocent, full of bloodshed and |
pointless killings |
As the rich get richer our eyes start to see, in this fucked up world you know |
we have the fleet |
Numbers comes power responsibility, so I’ll raise my fist and I’ll march these |
streets |
I find it humorous to be ludicrous and laugh at the commonality that us |
alcoholics have |
After 3 mickeys I vomit colossal rants about committing sick crimes just to |
prove my stance |
It just goes to show you don’t know when it’s real, cuz I hinder my blade so I |
can sharpen the steel |
I know it’s a cold cold place cuz of people like me, but this chaos in my mind |
creates unity |
Feast yer eyes on despair |
And all the nihilists raise yer hands in the air |
Grubby greedy fingers milk the cash cow dry |
To the abattoir, let’s hang the bankers high |
They got their eyes on yer money and yer money in their sights |
With a suit and a smile they be robbing you blind |
Yeah greed makes the world turn around, turn around |
Extinctions on the cards, we can’t ignore the signs now |
Yeah when I’m dead and gone, rotten in a ditch somewhere |
Won’t be giving a fuck what happened to me when I was here |
And when the human race chokes to death on its own greed and waste |
I won’t be there to say I told you so |