Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ...with regards, T.H. , by - Project 86. Song from the album Truthless Heroes, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 16.09.2002
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
...with regards, T.H. |
| Out of the playground’s ashes |
| Come little men with little games |
| They’re playing war |
| They’re planning new crusades like new arcades |
| The reason for the season is to flood the media |
| With suicidal mania |
| And paint this landscape with this human waste |
| So lets all sing a song of love |
| Lets sing sing sing sing |
| Sing until our throats bleed |
| And if this child could sing he would say |
| I don’t need anybody |
| I don’t need anyone |
| I don’t need your guidance home |
| Watch as I build my empire |
| Watch as I rise and fall |
| Watch as I fight all alone |
| History’s a stage for re-runs |
| For 3 A.M. |
| insomniacs who quote the episodes |
| If tricycles came with guns we’d all be safe |
| Little green men didn’t come from outer space |
| With coupons in the Sunday Paper |
| They came from corporate brains |
| So until we all confess |
| And admit we stole the candy |
| These little men are playing games |
| From here to eternity |
| But I’ll be sitting by myself here |
| Waiting oh so patiently |
| Waiting for the sky to fall |
| And purge frail humanity |