Letra de Volatiles - Machine Head
Letra de canci�n de Volatiles de Machine Head lyrics
Fuck the world!
They never see me coming
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunnin'
To put our heads to the block
Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame
Sick of the white folks, privileged and vain,
protesting a culture that isn't the same
Don't blame the false elites
when Nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake
It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! (x6)
This world is fuckin' volatile!
Fuck the world!
You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop crying innocence
Stop claiming self-defense
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Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence,
but bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! (x6)
This world is fucking volatile!
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vol-a
Volatile! (x4)
Volatile! (x6)
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
They never see me coming
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunnin'
To put our heads to the block
Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling, this feeling of shame
Sick of the white folks, privileged and vain,
protesting a culture that isn't the same
Don't blame the false elites
when Nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite, call me a fake
It's nothing compared to your pride and your hate
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! (x6)
This world is fuckin' volatile!
Fuck the world!
You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
Stop crying innocence
Stop claiming self-defense
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/volatiles-machine-head.php
Good men won't speak 'cause they're scared of the violence,
but bad men keep screaming to fill up the silence
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
These times are
Volatile! (x6)
This world is fucking volatile!
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Dead!
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead!
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vol-a
Volatile! (x4)
Volatile! (x6)
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground
