A keresés eredménye

Religion

Like an uncrowned force
You rule all countries
By the name of your father
You slimily fold your hand
Your history is a bloody trail
You call it credence
And wage wars for it
 
Religion - religion - religion
But I am not your son
 
In your name
People get burned
You are schizophrenia
Under a holy robe
No matter what you call yourself
To what god you may be worshipping
All you strive for
Is power
 
They are all your children
Religion
But me, a humble sinner
I am not your son
 

Corfam and Leather

Wet dreams in the night
I feel so terribly hot
My bedsheet is bundle of linen
I'm soaked in sweat
The lady from the shady world
I know her very well
She had often come to introduce herself
Like she always does
 
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
 
The lady from the shady world
I know her very well
She had often come to meet us
Like she always does
A hot breath from her mouth
Blows in my ear and sings
Her naked body is wriggling
On the floor to the choir
 
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
 
[Bridge]
 
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
 
Wet dreams in the night
I feel so terribly hot
My bedsheet is bundle of linen
I'm soaked in sweat
The lady from the shady world
I know her very well
She had often come to introduce herself
Like she always does
 
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather
Corfam and leather