Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mean, Green, Killing Machine , by - Overkill. Release date: 09.02.2017
Song language: English
Mean, Green, Killing Machine |
| Somewhere out where no one knows |
| Runs a cool evolution fight |
| Way out there where no one goes |
| And it’s got to keep moving |
| Got to keep getting it right |
| Sphere’s to the piston charged |
| Ombustable delight |
| The single-minded supercharged |
| That’s got to get moving |
| Got to keep getting it right |
| A call to arms |
| A call right through the dream |
| A call to action |
| Blow up the in between |
| Feed, feed your engine |
| Feed, feed your Wolverine |
| Feed, feed the tension |
| Mean green killing machine |
| C’mon, c’mon and say what my name is |
| Mean green killing machine |
| So mother Mary gave the nod |
| The saints bathed in holy light |
| The machine that hit the lightning rod |
| That had to keep rolling |
| Rolling on through the night |
| In the deep dark underground |
| With eyes that have No sight |
| So here’s to the battleground |
| That’s got to keep rolling |
| Got to keep rolling |
| A call to arms |
| A call right through the dream |
| A call to action |
| Blow up the in between |
| Feed, feed your engine |
| Feed, feed your Wolverine |
| Feed, feed the tension |
| Mean green killing machine |
| C’mon, c’mon and say what my name is |
| The clock, your only friend |
| As time leaves it’s debris |
| Your soul is on the mend |
| But time is killing me |
| I gave you everything |
| But a machine |
| I’ll always be |
| They got nothing more to add to the conversation |
| They drink gasoline from a dirty glass |
| They got nothing but a sad-sad situation |
| With nothing more to ad to the damnation |
| Nuts & bolts & screws with no social class |
| They got nothing but a sad-sad situation |
| It’s a sad, sad, sad, sad situation |
| Nuts & bolts & screws, balls of brass |
| If you’re out where no one goes |
| Where no one cares to lie |
| Keep 'em open don’t you blink |
| I’m talking 'bout, talking 'bout your eyes |
| It’s faster than the speed of light |
| And sonically disguised |
| There comes the mean green motherfucker blazing 'cross the sky |
| A call to arms |
| A call right through the dream |
| A call to action |
| Blow up the in between |
| Feed, feed your engine |
| Feed, feed your Wolverine |
| Feed, feed the tension |
| Mean green killing machine |
| Killing machine |
| Killing machine |
| Mean green killing machine |