Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Build Me A Bomb , by - Jerry's Kids. Song from the album Is This My World?, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 21.01.2006
Record label: Taang!
Song language: English
Build Me A Bomb |
| 1. i don’t belong |
| I got a feeling |
| It’s in my head |
| I got a feeling |
| Do you hear what i said? |
| I got a feeling there’s something wrong |
| I got a feeling that i… |
| I don’t belong here |
| I know it’s true |
| I don’t belong here |
| And neither do you |
| I got a feeling |
| It’s in my brain |
| I got a feeling |
| I’ve got nothing to gain |
| 2. cracks in the wall |
| I opened up my head to you |
| I listened to the plan you drew |
| Tell me what i should be |
| And tell me what i should see |
| There’s cracks in the wall |
| Watch them fall |
| I dig it when i walk down the street |
| I check out all the people i meet |
| They know i know there’s something wrong |
| Their petty lives, they’ll soon be gone |
| I know this |
| There’s cracks in the wall |
| Watch them fall |
| Down |
| 3. tear it up |
| Mundane people, they’re all around |
| They keep our music underground |
| But we’re gonna break, break the chains |
| And watch their lives go down the drain |
| Tear it up tear it up |
| We need the change we need the change |
| I look around, there’s no place to play |
| They all tell us to screw away |
| Streets of boston need a change |
| And streets of boston call my name |
| 4. crucify me |
| Point your finger, you point it in the dark |
| Cause i’m just putty, just putty in your hands |
| So push me down, you push me to the ground |
| Just give me pain, and watch me suffer, watch me gasp |
| Better look out man |
| It’s gonna fall on you |
| Crucify me |
| Crucify me |
| Crucify me |
| Nail me up and sit and watch me bleed |
| Take whatever, whatever you need |
| I feel oppression, i feel it fall on me |
| I feel the pressure cooking inside my brain |
| Point your finger, you point it in the dark |
| I’m just putty, just putty in your hands |
| So nail me up and sit and watch me bleed |
| And take whatever, whatever you need |
| 5. break the world |
| Walking in a straight line |
| Following footsteps right on time |
| Your days are mapped out |
| And your life’s a game without a doubt |
| Break the mold |
| Go your own way |
| Break the mold |
| Throw it away |
| There’s no time left to talk |
| Running rampant around the clock |
| You don’t care about poverty |
| Self-centered slave of society |
| 6. raise the curtain |
| What is this |
| I’m too blind to see |
| Open arms |
| Beckon me |
| Raise the curtain |
| And you are exposed |
| A bloodstained mind |
| But what of my hands? |
| Blood-shot eyes |
| What have i done? |
| Raise the curtain |
| And you are exposed |
| It takes you in |
| And squeezes you tight |
| Feel the warmth |
| Feel the knife |
| Twist |
| 7. vietnam syndrome |
| Ten years back from vietnam |
| He gave his mind to uncle sam |
| He thought he had control of his life |
| But he went demented and grabbed a knife — |
| Lodged deep inside his head |
| Visions of war |
| Visions of the dead |
| His pencil becomes a bayonet |
| You tried to help but the fire’s set |
| Now he’s after you and he’s after me |
| We’re not american, we’re vc |
| So thanks very much for his kick in the face |
| He’s not alright, he’s in outer space |
| Just give him a shot, he’ll be alright |
| Man, you just want him out of sight |
| 8. build me a bomb |
| People, they open their palms to me |
| What they want they take from me |
| What i got they gotta take |
| There’s no more truth, it’s all a fake |
| Build me |
| Build me a bomb |
| Then all my problems |
| They’ll be gone |
| I’m sick and tired of the same routine |
| Just a part of an official scheme |
| But i’ll be sure that when i’m sold |
| It won’t be my head that rolls alone |