Lyrics:
THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound
you
DOROTHY
Text me
DOROTHYETHAN
Around the world
Around the world
JOURNALIST
OK Mister Mystery
Mister or Ms. Mystery
I followed your instructions
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine
Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding
of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound
RED WEED AND PARSON NATHANIEL
Journalist:
Next day the dawn was a brillint fiery red
and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape
of another
K.don, K.don, K.don
Colombus
Yeaa, haa, huh
S'ka batla taba tsa ka bafan
Tlwela bo journalist
Ha e kaba ha o kgone ho itshwara
Batla Therapist
S'ka
Journalists who lie
Stealing the money
Prospering with spite
Hate-in-a-hurry
Oh, see how :
They're only trying to make their name
By
journalist
Jorrnalisst journalist ja
Det är jättebra att jag har funnit en metod
Som visar att jag har både intelligens och mod
För är det nån som skriver
{Journalist}
(Journalist) Uh, Journalist, (idealist), and it's a journey
(I'm the journalist) Urban wars (the flow) I don't fuck around
Crazy World,
a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come in. Here, drink this.
journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas
check hoe ik drama verkoop voor goed geld
Allemaal verdiend met shit-interviews
Rij een gruwelijke bak spiksplinternieuw
Ik ben geen journalist ik ben een
a start already.
Come on down here and look
Journalist:
In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long
That had taken him a week to dig
I could have
brother o me I see some brother o ho yo yo
Wey poison him brother o wey kill him brother o ho no no
To be anything in my country you have to know journalist
Journalist
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
Jeg så engang en journalist
Som fortalte han var feminist
Jeg tænkte det må være trist
Kun at leve som turist
Så brugte jeg min kvindelist
Fugtede
the streets!)
[Journalist]
Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo wit two precise niggaz, holdin the right biscuits
There'll be a lot of cats leakin out they life liquid
leeren Schreibtisch
Der Journalist macht
Den Trend frisch bis er wieder erlischt und
Mancher malt manchmal mehr, als dass er
Fotografiert bildet seine
(An office in the "News of
The World" building cHRISTINE sit's, out of
Her depth and a little uncomfortable
As three JOURNALISTS circle her
Notepads
listen to
(KMFDM and Rammstein, among others)
The media picked something they
Thought was similar
Responsible journalists have reported with
Less
Er hieß Dieter Malinek, und er sagte, er wäre Journalist
Das war ein Klasse-Typ, der wusste immer gleich, was Sache ist
Der kannte das
Er hieß Dieter Malinek, und er sagte, er wäre Journalist
Das war ein Klasse-Typ, der wusste immer gleich, was Sache ist
Der kannte das
Er hieß Dieter Malinek, und er sagte, er wäre Journalist
Das war ein Klasse-Typ, der wusste immer gleich, was Sache ist
Der kannte das
This is Nigeria
If you no open your eyes
The government go brainwash you
Yao, when I was younger
I use hate on journalist
Especially the ones
is in black and white
MLK turn in his grave, what has happened to America’s grace
All the journalists got something to say, bout the land of free
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