| Lyrics: | "It's not like you can just kill me." - woman
"Actually, it's a lot like that." -
man
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really
bad.
Fire!!!
Wanna wanna be the man.
Doin' everything ya can.
Play it like ya
really bad
Tired!!!
Can I intrest you in nothin'? will you buy my disease?
You can
take what you want,
You can have what you need.
Can I intrest you in nothing' ya I think
you'll be pleased.
If you're lookin' for war, open the 1, 2, 3,
Door!
Bleedin' like
a stuck pig,
Play it like you're really big,
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Don't
matter!!!
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please.
You got blood on your
hands,
You got dirt on your knees.
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I thing you'll
agree,
You're about to fall.
About to fall
The battle, The war! The
battle.
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah,
Napolean had less rage.
Self made
mob,
Ya need an institution,
Yeah, ya need a full time cage.
Why do you stay
here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man...
He ain't going home. Ain't going
home.
"It's not like you can just kill me"
Disciple of Kaos,
A self made
man.
Disciple of Kaos,
That's what I am.
Disciple of Kaos,
The silent
roar,
Disciple of Kaos,
Open the 1, 2, 3 war!
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
WHo who
who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do? |
