Lyrics:
ou're the air
Could you explain me this life?
Alive or dead
We're gonna pass like sand
Did you forget all those lullabies sung by
heart?
Sing
Cold December Night
Music: Stephan Lill Lyrics: Andy Kuntz
I was eleven days old - they found me dead in the forest
Down by a source
My grandma and your grandma
Sitting by the fire
My grandma says to your grandma
”I’m gonna set your flag on fire”
Talkin’ ’bout
Hey now
Hey now
Iko
Forensic by trade I clean up the aftermath. Tools in hand searching for the cause of death.
One victim I found was covered in her own shit, With
it's time) to change your point of view and rise
Your time has come, synergize now
In the dead of night your heart keeps pounding in your chest
You were so afraid
You were so afraid
For what?
You were so afraid
You were so afraid
For what?
Uh, you know what comes with success
Not
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
[music: eilen]
[lyrics: eilen]
[arranged by breitenbach]
the black sunshine high above
Smell dead children, forget to love
Soul burns brightly,
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
Goin' out to my nigga Rob Swift
For having faith in me
I'm a show niggas East Coast is back
And all that other shit is gay
I represent for
But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
clip in
The type of homie you can depend on
When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong
Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens
Stripes
Fever followed by hemorrhages and then the organs corrode quickly.
I felt sickly on arrival to quarantine,
And then thought about the dream,
Or rather
extremist views are all too clear
Commies and Nazis you're not wanted here
Commies and Nazis what a shower
They only want to use you to grab themselves
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
ever understand
No
Metal bars run through my head
Twisted in the hands of the working dead
They're gonna sound off sound off to the right
Live it
at night you go to bed
Don't be so sure you're not dead
In the morning when you wake
Better check the space that you take up
All the king's horses
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
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