Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Land of Treason, artist - Germs. Album song GI, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 09.05.2005
Record label: Slash
Song language: English
Land of Treason |
Land of treason-waste no reason- |
We are breathing fire |
We’re packs of dogs- |
We’re enemies of men-we are not desired |
Our face show- |
We’ve grown cold-but |
Have not conspired |
Old hearts gone- |
The future’s on-mother nations mired |
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead |
We find our bodies clawed |
And with the scent of death |
We find that we are not so very awed |
Loyalties burned- |
The words our blurred-overturn your own |
Walk like dogs and watch the doors- |
Have your other stone |
Stop the toys that match disordered- |
Calculate the thrones |
Feel the pulse descending- |
Decaying hallowed tomes |
In the starving sense you worship- |
The nations of debris |
You wear a cost of sewage- |
That you’ve never ever seen |
The time is now-the vicious here- |
A stolen dinner code |
The license of the savage land- |
That you’ve always sold |
So bite the hand that needs you |
And bless another coal |
The virus never issues- |
From a cotton so very old |
As the lights come down |
You wash your hands and start to climb |
The ladder that you stole |
Slip the hatch-and spin the sword- |
The money lords are poor |
Push the tan-that rolls downhill- |
Their sense of dream absorbed |
Still the cat that breaks the night- |
Tie him to the core |
Chase the viruses that believe- |
That what’s right is scored |
It’s a senseless cash in of right for right- |
What’s wrong is never gone |
And left is just a bastion for the fools |
Golden dawn |