Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Immigrant , by - Sex Gang Children. Song from the album Blind!, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 30.06.1985
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Immigrant |
| Laugh out loud as I spit in your face |
| Show no respect for the consumer day knave |
| Little man I’ve had a busy day |
| Stand out from the crowd with your motions of grace |
| Contort your face till you look out of place |
| Contort your race till you’re blue in the face |
| Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground |
| Money, fortune and fame, throw grenades |
| Well I spit in your face |
| Well throw a grenade |
| I’m losing fast, hey-ho! |
| down we go, hey-ho! |
| Shake to the rhythm of a gnomic quatrain |
| Till your body is bleeding all over again |
| Raise your glass to the virgin and the whore |
| Spreading your body all over the floor |
| I’m leading the life I’ve never lived before |
| And don’t walk around with mud on your face |
| Look at you now you’re a total disgrace |
| You’re telling me, you look out of place |
| Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground |
| Money, fortune and fame, throw a grenade |
| Well I spit in your face |
| Well throw a grenade |
| Smashing the store, killing the can |
| Scheming for the mother re-union plan |
| Oh I talked and I talked of things that didn’t matter |
| like a fish in batter, and mad as a hatter |
| So they say you reap as you sow |
| Moving with grace, live in disgrace |
| You’re telling me, you look out of place |
| And your name sounds almost religious |
| Like a book for those who are serious |
| Like a tranquiliser for those delirious |
| Heads turn around, Anatolia kiss the ground |
| Money, fortune and fame, throw a grenade |
| Well I spit in your face |
| Well throw a grenade |
| Well I spit in your face |
| Well throw a grenade |