Lyrics Dirty White Sneakers - Moscow Death Brigade

Dirty White Sneakers

Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
Forgotten cold war methods revived by the corrupted leaders
Propaganda tricks for the people, force feed' em
By order of the murderer: ride with them, kill the heathen
Twisted justice warriors are hunting for the witches, bleed ‘em
You’ll never let them be, «front toward enemy»
Hot shard of metal, death rattle, endless agony
Butcher the cattle, dark side of the humanity
Your rants about peace is just a twisted type of parody
Age of discoveries, the fine age of rape and pillage
Time passed, war in the charts, so bomb their village
The feeding on the bleeding world is far from finished
Their endless suffering — the price of your privilege
They hide the light, staying true to their deceiver’s creed
Veterans of mass extermination marching on the streets
Certified seekers of the speck in their brother’s eyes
No coming back, your pretty home is built on bloody lies
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
You’re preaching from an ivory throne, donning a white suit
But this kid’s dirty kicks gonna walk all over you
Criticizing everyone without doing anything yourself to make it right
Smugly giving out advice
Speculate about other people’s fights, pointing fingers
Regardless of living comfortable lifestyles
Guarded in a glass box, which is an inheritance of the Transatlantic
Slave trade and using small pox on the indigenous people
Are you superior for raping and pillaging
Africa both Americas and Caribbean?
Wiping out all of the local wildlife.
White gloves
A history of stealing gold and leaving behind human skulls
This is just before talking about those fighting immigrants
Usurp the power, bombing their villages to the ground
Low income projects providing cannon fodder by the pound
The ballots are drowned — average joes with a blood lust are out
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
The beast is rising, so they chose the tactic to appease
Civilized world leaders look the other way eager to please
First concentration camps, never mind Nazi olympics
Diplomatic game at its best, it has its own specifics
Rewriting history now, white-washing the aggressor
Millions of innocent victims, world never learned the lesson
Spitting on the grave, advocating their own cowardice
Blaming those who stopped the beast and paid the most horrible price
Meet the new breed, we are the huns in the white kicks
Tracksuit barbarian tribes hunting the vile beast
You’ve built an ivory colossus on the clay feet
But these beliefs of unity still make our hearts beat
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them
Shooting the truth from the style cannon — Blam!
Blam!
Come rewind, reload.
do it again
Reality slap right in your face — Blam!
Blam!
These dirty white sneakers gonna walk all over them