Combichrist - Red скачать mp3

Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town The bar is always closed and now the hookers all are gone Now church is entertainment and prozac is the drug Going out of my mind, start to changing things around I've got gallons of blood Can't remember where it's from Just clippings on the wall I guess it's stuff that I've done I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) How ironic, I'm bored and all erotic Just sitting around all day, just plotting how to die Wasting time, cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute Sometimes I feel that I am dead Distant memories haunt me (Distant memories haunt me) It truly seems like a dream (It truly seems like a dream) Like a dead man's song (Like a dead man's song) A machine with no conscience (A machine with no conscience) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) "It really seems like a dream" Like a dead man's song I'm just the machine with no conscience Like a dead man's song Living in a dirty hick town I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...) I've got to paint this town red (red...)